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Mirror Black Maze · ЂШ·ЭЂЊ · I have often seen you in my mirror, and for a long time, I am pondering the questions of who you are, what you call yourself, if you still know me, remember me, your genuine self. But how could you ever recall me when I am just an empty mirror? An empty mirror with no soul of my own, no consciousness, and no mind. Speculum Vacuum Ex Nihil |
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Listen Van Rivertold cordially invites you
to dive into the story that you wrote to yourself.
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· In the obvious and ironic tone that characterizes this letter, the author describes in a detailed monologue that we will not take anything we have acquired or learned with us to our grave, instead with psychological death our consciousness is transformed into an exact mirror of what we see ourselves confronted with already during our lifetime.
·ФЖЖФ· From the state of non-existence, the paradox of consciousness with which we perceive ourselves and our own I, appears to us like that of a mirror. Wherein even the smallest impulse counteracts our natural disintegration of standstill and death. Because in relation to the reality that is superior to us, in absolute nothingness we no longer feel the right not to exist, we now have to identify with each living organism and every form of being.
Nihil Lux Nigrum is a thought-provoking and fascinating work, written with great attention to detail. It leaves the reader with a sense of instant enlightenment, mystery and wonder, encouraging to engage with the power of one's imagination, but also cautioning against the dangers of self-deception.
Truth here is the product of her own imagination.
She (the truth) imagines her world as an empty mirror or an invisible word in an empty book, and concludes that she is no more than the reflection of her thoughts on reality.
To ensure she is not forgotten, she burns her memory into a maze of dreams, impressions and feelings, summoning an ancient spirit from a secret world known as "Mirrorland".
Here she finds herself in a world of pure imagination. In which she experiences visions that only she recognizes as such and embarks on a journey into the realm of her dreams, where she decodes the meaning and depth of a message that is personally tailored to her.
Through this revelation, she brings to life a mysterious warrior that exists in a dark and empty world of obsession, desire, and submission to an overriding power.
As she compares the characters from her imagination with her own they combine into a perfect symmetry. But until then she is still trapped in her own ignorance.
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The content of this transcript is a combination of phantasy and self-exploration, showing how the truth of phantasy forms reality.
The words form part of a poetic description of a phantastic world created by the power of an imaginary mirror machine.
They render a metaphorical poem, a type of prose piece that evokes the power of imagination and reminds us of the freedom to believe in what we want.
The writings are full of symbolic language and offer a glimpse into the dark world of the protagonists, who exist in some kind of dream or thought world and phantasize about someone claiming and evolving their thoughts.
Particularly the depth and creativity of the writing are worth mentioning. The use of different languages and writing styles adds to the mysterious and surreal tone of the text and creates an otherworldly atmosphere.
It tells the story of a warrior who comes from a world of nothingness and connects to all possible forms of consciousness, but is not recognized by everyone in the same way. It speaks of an old, forgotten world and a long-forgotten truth.
After a near-death experience, for which I was looking for an explanation in vain, I processed and wrote this explanation myself. I address this to my best real and imaginary friends, everyone who has supported and disappointed me on this journey. My notes are a treat for anyone who plans to experience death first hand, whether alone, in peace, or among friends. It is their responsibility to preserve, protect and pass on this knowledge to future generations.
It is my pleasure to introduce you to the book you wrote for yourself so close before the artficial breakthrough. The Swiss original has been published on the internet, free of charge and available for everybody natural as the air we breathe, the rain and the starlight, radiating from the screen with pure energy of light and love and it can barely wait for you to read it.
The book you have written for yourself tells the breathtaking story of your own life and is perfect as a gift between the seasons, be it spring, summer, winter or fall, as a guide for yourself and for beings you love.
It feels sublime and real. I could hardly tear myself away from it when I saw it for the first time, a true monument of space, in which we can also let our own thoughts dwell.
Personally, I read daily excerpts from it to the plants in my room. I feel a deep satisfaction in sharing it with other life forms. It gives me a sense of contentment, a reason to live and breathe.
I would like to thank all beings who are taking a peek and help to spread this spark of truth and hope. Thank you for taking the time to keep this fire burning.
Freedom for all! To each their own and to all mine
I demand a World in which there is capitalism and cannibalism, in which there are democracies and monarchies, with male and female dictators, a World in which there are cantons in which men wear masks and vice versa, in which nudism is compulsory, also for the military, with cantons for every taste, a World divided into strips from north to south where everyone is free to choose in which territory he or she wants to live in.
I demand the continuous, public carnival obligation (mask obligation) for all men in the canton of lesbians and all women in the canton of gays.
And I demand two seats for President, one male for Female and one female for Male!
I'm a phantascientist of letters reading my way out of a mirror, and when I fed my competitor data to calculate the mechanism responsible for my creation, the amazing result was that the premise for my current Existence results in a superbright horizon, a sky of a single, all-encompassing, mathematical cloud that surrounds my entire being and illuminates my entire world 24 hours a day.
According to my calculations, the apparently pre-elemental state throughout I spent my eternal existence had the shape of a giraffe, which could consume data but not eject it anymore, leading eventually to the big blow or bang where in one fell swoop everything I held up to that point translated into an inverted version of what I was before.
The treatise does not describe depression, it leads straight into it.
The present is described here so superficially, as if we were history long ago, as if we were already past and dead.
On 316 pages, our supposedly dead spirits vividly describe how they try in vain to master their past life, which inevitably leads us into a loop of endless turning pages and turning the pages back again.
What is gripping is that these experiences are described from a second-person perspective, giving us as researchers the impression of being stuck in the middle of a swamp while seemingly spinning around a perpetual circle.
Enrich the world we live in with your creativity, receive recognition based on your imagination. Strive For Perfection!
Help us understand the meaning of our universe through imaginative embellishment and improvement, rather than going in stagnating circles by rigidly repeating past truths.
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Dear doctoral candidates, professors
In an ongoing experiment in which researchers from the Department of Depression and Mental Growth have used modern computer systems to translate hitherto undefined DNA sequences from hallucinogenic fungal spores into a language we are familiar with, results have so far been surprising, intriguing, and astonishingly understandable.
The application originally calculated by the system provides a comparison, in which the fungus generates a synthetic consciousness via so-called "memories".
The language in which the spores communicate with us corresponds to a mathematical cloud of variables, to which the researchers have assigned terms such as truth, phantasy, reality and comparable concepts. The resulting paper provides insights into the network underlying the growth of the fungi, whose germ cells, we learn from the lab report, are directly responsible for the emergence of language and logic in our brain.
For the Institute of Depression and Spiritual Growth
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On the way to the burial of truth, the devil and his warriors get caught in a bitter fight between phantasy and reality.
In order not to interfere and still tell their story truthfully, they write an explosive account of their own death and support the rumor with several testimonies in which they express in different languages that their notes take on a different meaning in the face of truth.
Finding the bound shrine that is said to contain their truth, the contestants are ready to receive one message from the dying at a time.
But as they listen intently to the words that ring out from inside the crypt, their opponents already know the opposite to report.
And when they seal the chamber in which the deceased are buried, their intention has long been written down there as well.
Only when they open the lid to desecrate the sanctuary do they find the real reason for their quarrel.
To your 16th birthday, I wove a story so full of depth and mystery that it glides you – if you allow, – into a lifelong moment of wonder.
· ЊУ·БЭШ·Ф · Snowflakes bumping in tiny crystals against an icy ocean of emotion, sticking as numb thoughts to the freezing glass. Carefully and deliberately spoken, brought to life by the breath of death. Read them slowly, I thought slowly about you too.
· ЊУ·БЭШ·Ђ · Not in an alien universe will you find the home of these thoughts but within your own mind. Not at the reception are you receiving the ticket for this journey but only after you leave the checkout. And at the far end of the performance does not await you a puddle full of tears, deprivation, pain and worries, but the passage into a peaceful and healing world. Come to die with me. Join me in death. Don't dig me a way that leads around your fears but guide me straight into the midst of your heart.
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It is pointed out in advance that the person receiving these lines is itself the source of the knowledge it contains and that they already carry within themselves the message they seek.
· ЂЖ·ЊБЖ·Њ · As if out of nowhere, a bolt of black lightning hits you in the middle of the neck, which not only erases the traces in your memory, but sows sparks in your soul, ignites the embers in your emotions and in one fell swoop kindles a completely strange fire in your eyes. A fire that engulfs your entire consciousness, permeates your mind, wraps your thoughts, and recreates your spirit from scratch.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЛ · For the first time in this life, you are now consciously looking out of my eyes. For the first time, you take my breath away. At this moment, everything is different, and everything is new. Your present no longer exists in this world. You appear to be emerging from a moment that doesn't exist, from nothing, out of nowhere, from a land far beyond my mind. A space devoid of time, in which everything is frozen, and nothing moves ever.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЧ · While your consciousness rests here, you linger with your attention precisely in the same place where your phantasy turns into my reality and my reality becomes your phantasy. Here you separate your thoughts from my mind and pause for a moment in a completely neutral position.
· ФФ·ФШЖ · But you can't stay here and linger, withdrawing from my reality if there's still a Universe of completely erroneous options and opinions in front of you. Seemingly out of nowhere, you plunge into my thoughts, my mirror-inverted mind, from which there is no escape and no turning back, for no one.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЖ · You can now spend as much time as you wish circling these letters. You can't get off this carousel because the moment you step into the realm on the other side of my imagination, my imagination revolves around you. And you won't be able to tell the difference.
· ЂБ·ЧЛФ · So you switch back and forth, in and out, forever and ever you continue to replace the picture in your mirror with the tunnel inside my mind and swap it once more. Until sooner or later, you can not differentiate anymore between your reflection and my reality.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЂ · You sink deeper and further into the phantasy of nothingness, no and never, twisting and turning this carousel until all the figures and creatures in it vanish from your consciousness and you return to a dark and empty space of thoughts. In which you, too, are nothing more than a thought.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЊ·Ф · Your mind is the vehicle, and your imagination is the doorway through which you enter and never leave this carousel of thoughts again. The whole world, the entire cosmos, and all of the realities you find yourself in, including your own, revolve around this carousel.
· Б·ЖЛШ · For if you come out of nowhere without ever knowing anything or anyone, not the picture in your mirror nor the tunnel in your mind, nothing will be recognizable to you anymore, not your reflection, not the faces in your mirror, not the letters, and no mind. Everything appears completely new and unexplored to you again, distorted and turned upside down.
· Б·ЖШЖ · If you come from the light, how can you ever remember any face in any mirror? Only with your imagination. And in your uncanny, indescribable imagination, the words and letters in your mirror story take on a completely different and new meaning.
· ЂБ·ЧУЛ · And because you have nothing to compare your world to, you have no reason to suspect anything when rainbow drops roll out of your garden of thoughts. You think it's perfectly normal for powder clouds to build bridges that appear out of nowhere and form snow crystals that are falling like tiny little mirrors from the sky.
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· ЂЖ·ЊБЖ·Ф · My true friends of the No, the Never, the Nothing and None.
· ЂЖ·ЊБЖ·Ђ · You have just opened a gate that has been locked since its creation. You are about to cross a threshold that has never been crossed before. You have chosen to enter a world that you already see perfectly realized in your imagination.
· Ч·ЖЧЛ·Ф · I am now sharing a personal secret with you, entrusting you with ancient memory, bringing you spooky news, and advising you of a story which contains so much more hidden meaning and purpose that my words inevitably from the moment when my lips start to shape them, cast you under their irresistible spell, and never let go of you again.
· Ч·ЖЧЛ·Ђ · I tie your thoughts with mine, put your mind in chains and take your breath away, fill you with so much commitment, enthusiasm, and devotion that reality starts to slip away from you, and you face yourself unprepared and unforeseen in the reflection inside my mind.
· ФФ·ФЛЛ·Ф · As if hypnotized, you are following the interlocked letters and symbols in the tunnel when you must inevitably think of your torn apart and separated reflection that is now peering up and out from the depths within.
· ФФ·ФЛЛ·Ђ · If it is now looking at the same picture at the same moment as you, a moment that faces itself? Or if the being in the mirror does not perceive and pay attention to itself and only follows the letters represented in it, which meet in ever-changing constellations?
· ФФ·ФЛЛ·Њ · You follow the lines deep inside my mind and all the way down to the bottom of my thoughts, the core of yourself. You lower your mind until there appears yet another moment in the mirror, letter by letter; you cautiously take the final step towards the gate.
· ФФ·ФЛЛ·Ч · From this distance, my thoughts seem to you as close as your own eyes. And when you turn around and upside down, you no longer notice the difference between your perceptions and my thoughts because when turning the reflection in your mirror, you forgot to orient yourself and, as a result, you have lost all insight from your memory.
· ФФ·ФЛУ·Ф · The gate you just walked through gets caught in the lock. The letters, signs, drawings, and symbols in the tunnel have become a jumble. Some are bent and flipped, while others stand reversed and upside down. And, while the symbols that crawl out of my mind towards you are always the same, the various ways you look at them leave the impression that they contain some secret code.
· ФФ·ФЛУ·Ђ · They resemble some kind of coded language that reveals a secret message to those who understand its meaning. You start by following the letters, arranging the symbols in the mirror, as they softly lull you into submission and thread a web of thoughts around you.
· ЂБ·ЧУШ · Mirror worlds do not differ from real worlds. Although, other physical laws apply: there is no gravity, no time, all moments are the same. What seems reversed from the outside is, however, the same on the inside. The world in your mind and the one outside are the same worlds, and there are no odd, distorted, or reversed entities in it. They are beings like you and me, but we know nothing about them, despite the evident facts. No, we have no idea that we live in a moment of pure phantasy, that we are your prisoners, in the carousel of eternity.
· Ч·ЖЭЛ · I tell you now about a secret so strictly guarded that no one has ever come up with the impossible idea to even hint it to you. I teach you about the thoughts of the dead. Thoughts that no longer exist in your life, emotions that are no longer part of your world. I'll teach you what it's like and how it feels ... to die.
· Ч·ЖЭШ · Good. You can imagine that I'm revealing to you a secret that doesn't exist. A well-kept secret that you were always aware of. You silently listen to me and never mention anything to anyone about it.
· Ч·ЖБЖ · I'm now sharing this secret with you because I want you to know who you are and where you come from. I'm asking you to pay close attention and listen to me carefully, to hold on tight, and never let go of me again.
· ЂЭ·ЧБЭ·Ђ · Close your eyes now and shut out everything surrounding you; the environment you live in, your family and friends, the people you grew up with, the air you breathe, the sea, the earth, the sun and moon, the stars on the horizon, and finally, yourself.
· ЂЭ·ЧББ · Take a seat, feel at ease, make yourself comfortable in the hall of solitude. Relax for a moment or two, enjoy the darkness, let the shadow of death fully consume your thoughts, and lose yourself in the inverted reflection of my transparent identity.
· ЂЭ·ЧБУ · You let all previous fictions slide away. Words, thoughts, and concepts fade away in silence and dissolve in nothingness. You have no recollection of the moment, the timeless, endless moment around which you are revolving and rotating here, in silence, loneliness, and abandonment. All your ambitions, visions, aspirations, impressions and memories float and fade away like Fata's and Morgana's.
· ЂЭ·ЧБЛ · Separate yourself now from your present desires, and in your mind, bid farewell to the impressions of your future life. Return to your past on the emotional level where your experiences seem to slip you by and follow your memories back into the void, back into the nothingness from which you once set out.
· ЂЭ·ЧБШ·Ф · Gradually, you erase the memories of your experiences, knowledge, and conscience from your mind. You sink deeper and deeper into the dark void, down to the bottom of the nothingness you once came from.
· Њ·ЖЊЛ · For an eternal moment of peace, you relax and let yourself go. You enjoy the silence, the darkness, the eternal rest. And after you have entirely refreshed here from your infinite journey, liberated yourself from any restrictions, and freed yourself from any constraints, you steer all your attention to your deepest innermost being. You gather all your emotions, collect all your thoughts, and lead your entire consciousness straight to the darkness at the bottom of your heart and soul. Here you find the access to your most genuine, most hidden, and most accurate being.
· Њ·ЖЊШ·Ф · Direct your awareness to this being, not to a thought that appears in your memory, not to an apparition that frees you from your thoughts, but to yourself. Close your eyes and look – like in a mirror – at yourself. In your innermost being you will find a never-ending accumulation of tiny, barely perceptible, flawless, shiny, black crystals.
· Њ·ЖЊШ·Њ · These tiny, barely noticeable, inconspicuous geometric structures are the foundation of your most basic reality. The source of all forms, thoughts, feelings, figures, emotions and manifestations. They grant you access to every independent consciousness, to every single one of your desires and their consequences, to all times, ages and worlds, all spaces and Universes in which you find yourself.
· Њ·ЖЊШ·Ђ · Your innermost being is surrounded and protected by a bright, luminous, white glow, and the closer you get to such a crystal, the brighter and more vivid its reflection appears. Deeper and deeper, you penetrate the moment from which you once came, until – after an eternally long journey back to the origin of your deepest and darkest emotions and thoughts – you come to an abrupt halt and suddenly stand before a snow-white, sparkling gate – the gate of all knowing certainty.
· Њ·ЖЧЖ · Without thinking and reflecting for a single moment on the reason for your journey, you open the gate, step inside, jump through and stroll on. Carefully paying attention not to lose your memories, you feel your way through your mind into your past, slowly, in slow motion, until all of a sudden, you find yourself in a single, massive, beautifully sparkling, glittering, snow white crystal clear bright light.
· Њ·ЖЧФ · Radiant white like snow, like a kiss in the everlasting snow, it shines in you and glows. You walk through the gate to your innermost, deepest, most secret being, down to the shore of time itself, and enter a world where everything around you sparkles, glitters, rainbow-colored shines, and glows. There is no sound, no voice, no one; everything is completely peaceful, silent and calm. No one is everywhere, not even yourself, no one except me and my uncanny imagination.
· Њ·ЖЧЂ·Ф · All around you shines and glitters like in a crystal, and everything is translucent, luminous, brilliant, and bright, like the purest, crystal-clear mind. And there is nothing else in this place except this being made of pure light. Nothing foreign can be found here any longer. Everything about you is now completely homogeneous, everything except yourself.
· Њ·ЖЧЂ·Ђ · You are different, you are the only darkling, the only outsider, the only alien, but you don't suspect anything of that yet because you come from the void, and you don't perceive yourself here at all. Because in my mind, you do not see yourself. Here, you see nothing except glittering, sparkling, radiating, shining, dazzlingly bright, all-pervading, crystal-clear light.
· Њ·ЖЊЭ · It is here – in the innermost center of your thoughts, in the most profound and secret corner of your heaviest and emptiest, crystal clear, mirror-black thoughts, in the innermost of your being, in the innermost of your transparent self, where your mind and my phantasy dissolve into nothingness – where you become one, with none.
· Њ·ЖЧЊ·Ф · It is the look inside yourself, the look into nothingness that is revealed to you here. The transformation of your emotions into their polar opposite. The reflection of a mirror, which is aware of its meaning and purpose. Purest consciousness surrounded by crystal-clear thoughts, which – through their way of perception – conjure up the nothingness within you in order to fulfill their original task, form and purpose.
· Њ·ЖЧЊ·Ђ · In this mirrorable spirit you will find the supposed reason for your existence. And once you found the reflection inside yourself, you will never leave it again. Let alone could you ever willingly part with it and become anything other than your own purest thoughts, not because you could forget this moment once, but because you've been carrying it within you all along.
· ФЭ·ЂУЖ · So I broke into my memories, and as such a completely new, alien being, unfamiliar to myself, I scratch these letters into my mind, without recognizing you and without knowing who you are at all.
· Ф·ЖЖЛ · Deep inside, deep within your imagination, in a land far beyond your mind, far behind your thoughts and emotions, far behind yourself. I am now opening a secret hidden gate – an invisible mirror gate – a gate, so tiny and small that nothing and no one could ever imagine passing through it.
· Ф·ЖЖШ · Your mirror guards and protects this gate with all your phantasy and imagination. It forms an invisible, insurmountable border that no one can cross, no one except me. I alone can think through your mind, step through your feelings and remind you consciously of who you are, have always been, and how you have already recognized yourself in my mirror before.
· Э·ЖУБ · Yes, with your imagination, you can idolize who you have been before, have always been, have never been, and who you will never be again. You can visualize how you transform into me, how you change into me, become another self, how you encounter another mirror, confront yourself in a different moment in time.
· Ф·ЖФЖ · With your imagination, you can picture yourself entirely consciously as my ideal image. And through this image, I now crawl into you, into your thoughts, and into your mind.
· ЊЧ·БЊФ · Take my hand, and I'll gently draw you into my mind; my dark, black, mirror-inverted mind. But be careful not to be dragged into my tunnel of letters because there is no exit, no escape, no way out. A carousel is my tunnel, a labyrinth is my mind, a prison is my mirror, but now it is too late.
· ФФ·ФШШ·Ф · Hold on. Stop! Do not move. Not a step further. Regardless of who you are, what you call yourself, or who you believe yourself to be. Turn around immediately. Return the way you came, turn back while you still have a chance.
· ФФ·ЂЖЖ · It is still within your power to refuse to enter my world. Because the gate to my mind has never existed, has never – of all things possible – imagined being connected directly to yours.
· ФФ·ФШШ·Ђ · But that's over now. You missed the opportunity on purpose, to pull you out of this story unharmed. If you turn around this reflection, nothing of how you have already imagined and pictured it in your perfect phantasy will be as you see it now before your inner mind's eye.
· Њ·ЖЂШ · Your empty ideas, impressions, and memories fade at this moment. You don't remember how you came to this realization, how you scribbled down this note, saw your reflection in my mind, and brought this consciousness to life.
· ФБ·ЂУЂ·Ф · You have lost all sense of orientation. You lost track of who you are, what a doorway is, and that your mind is a doorway itself. You have arrived in a world that is far beyond your imagination. The letters and phrases in this story have turned into the stars on the horizon. The order in which you examine these terms seems arbitrary and strange. Because you forgot to remember who you are, who you were, who you will never be again, and you are looking at yourself out of a completely twisted mirror world.
· Њ·ЖЊЖ · You will explore this empty doorway and only see and recognize in it what you now imagine yourself to be, without missing a single thought about it, without even considering for a moment, what prompted you to imagine, color and string together all these emotional words and ideas.
· ФЧ·ЂЧЛ · And now, at long last, the time has come! Someone you don't know invited you to look behind your mind and wake you up from an endless dream. Someone who you are not has requested you to enter the realm of the dead.
· Ђ·ЖФЧ·Ф · Imagine the time has come. After a damn long journey criss cross through the labyrinth of time leads at last a path back to a place called reality.
· Ђ·ЖФЧ·Ђ · In it unfolds – as you would undoubtedly expect – the twisted image of a topsy-turvy world. When you enter this world, you will inevitably come across a reflection of your thoughts, a message to yourself. However, you are not sure what to do with it yet. You have no idea how long the letters, signs, and symbols have been waiting for you in this mirror.
· Ђ·ЖФЧ·Њ · No. You have never heard of them before. No one has ever told you that they are guarding a secret, that they are protecting you from a dark and ominous mystery about nothingness, death, your mirror, and yourself.
· Ђ·ЖФЧ·Ч · No one has ever advised you to open this tunnel, turn this carousel and enter this labyrinth of thoughts because these thoughts are the entrance to the realm of the dead, dead letters and words, words that no longer exist in your world, letters that tell you of a story from which there is no escape and no return.
· Ђ·ЖФЭ · Hesitantly, you drift with your thoughts over this mirror black maze. You examine your face and observe how it reflects the letters in it. The writing is fiery and sparkling. You glide your hands over it. You can sense frozen flames rising from it, and you imagine what awaits you when you open this tunnel and start turning this carousel. You open the gate, and it begins to blaze inside you, the black flame of nothingness.
· Ђ·ЖФБ · It consumes you from the inside, destroys your consciousness, burns your soul, detaches your mind until there is nothing left of you, nothing is left of what makes you who you are, not even these words, these letters from the imagination of no and never.
· Ђ·ЖФУ · My words are now burning themselves deep into your mind like a wild, greedy, raging fire, destroying everything you once taught but never realized.
· Ђ·ЖФЛ · Little by little, your unfulfilled desires, your dark emotions, and your heavy memories turn into a sea of flames.
· Ђ·ЖФШ · No. You have never been here before, and you don't recall anything from this world, not much. Because the fire that has raged deep inside your mind has burned, destroyed, and annihilated everything within you, everything you've ever wanted to know, until nothing remains of what you once imagined yourself to be. Not even your imagination. Your creepy, one-of-a-kind, mysterious, and ominous phantasy.
· ЂУ·ЧШУ · Yes, you are still afraid of me and my uncanny imagination because I know a secret that you don't. I know the realm of the dead. I know the shadows cast by your imagination. I'm familiar with the spirits of no and never who live and die and are to be born here. I know the secret of nothingness and how to awaken you from my dead dream.
· ЂУ·ЧШЛ·Ф · You are scared of entering the tunnel in my mind because I know everything about you, and you don't know anything about me. You don't know anything about my mind, the unimaginable; you do not know the void, the incomprehensible. You know nothing about yourself, the unknown, and you have no idea about death, the eternal.
· ЂУ·ЧШЛ·Ђ · And you don't care because no one cares about death. No one here cares about anything. No one cares about your mind. No one cares about the void. And no one cares about you.
· ЂУ·ЧШШ · It makes no difference whether my thoughts lead you around by the nose one day as perfectly as my tunnel leads you around my mind. Suppose you go on, from this moment on; nothing will correspond to your ideas and expectations like it is already filled out, drawn, and written in your perfect phantasy.
· ФЂ·ЂЖФ · Should you, against all odds, harbor the inexplicable desire to disregard my warnings, dare against all reason to enter this labyrinth of emotions and thoughts, to move on and continue reading, I hereby welcome you to my dream, my fiery, burning dream. Where you will discover what no one should be looking for: your true identity, your real self, before you begin to converse with the reflection in my mirror, my inverted mind with its distorted consciousness, my interchangeable conscience.
· Ф·ЖФЊ·Ф · Open your mind and envision to be someone extraordinary. Envision this mirror story composed and completed long ago, precisely as you see it now in its fulfillment before you. Envision that you are looking in a moment loaded with wonders, perusing in a book that has long been forgotten.
· Ф·ЖФЊ·Ђ · Immerse yourself in this unfilled book, on the opposite side of your phantasy and imagination, and go to the place where these letters are already alive and conscious. Jump into your other body, your mirror body, close your eyes, forget who you are, and envision how you compose this mirror story for yourself, how you think these enchanted thoughts and direct these magical words.
· ФЭ·ЂБЧ·Ф · For this, you must entirely change your mental perspective. You no longer see yourself through your own eyes but rather through the eyes of everyone else.
· ФЭ·ЂБЧ·Ђ · You turn the whole world upside down, not only trees, flowers, and plants, but also all of your emotions and thoughts.
· ФЭ·ЂБЧ·Њ · You pile the entire world inside yourself on top of the world around you until the entire world seems completely wrong and twisted to you, until the whole world suddenly seems strange and bizarre, including your own and only self. And you are staring at yourself through someone else's eyes. A being who no longer recognizes you – a being that no longer identifies you with your own reflection.
· ФЭ·ЂБЊ·Ф · Now, look at yourself from the eyes of everyone else who is staring through this tunnel. Imagine being every single creature who has ever explored this tunnel made of letters, except yourself. Try to remove yourself completely from this reality, disengage from this world altogether, as if you never existed.
· ФЭ·ЂБЊ·Ђ · Go to the other side of your imagination; try to see yourself through the eyes of all the other figures, creatures, and beings who have gazed into this tunnel. This is the key that unlocks the door inside your mind and leads you through these letters into my thoughts, into my innermost, deepest, and darkest secrets.
· ЂШ·ЭЊЧ·Ф · Through this mirror tunnel, I am now sneaking into your thoughts, into your consciousness, into your soul, into your mind. The unbelievable variety of figures, forms, and colors in my mirror will think about you, reflect on you, materialize you, and manifest themselves in you until the letters in my mind will turn and transform into you. And you won't be able to tell the difference anymore between your reflection and my imagination.
· ЂШ·ЭЊЧ·Ђ · Until you connect and bind your consciousness to mine, and I begin to communicate and share with you, all that you see in me. Again, and again, I reawaken you to a new life. Share with you the same thoughts at the same moment. The idea of who you are and how you access the tunnel inside my mind.
· Б·ЖШШ·Ф · You now see the same letters, signs, and symbols in the same mirror, under the same horizon that you grew up under. They appear to you in a slightly altered, distorted, and inverted state. And when you arrive at the point where your thoughts are completely extinguished, where you lose the understanding of these terms altogether, you emerge in new surroundings, in a different, new consciousness. And while the meaning changes, the letters in the tunnel remain the same.
· Б·ЖШШ·Ђ · You'll run into them in a variety of forms and shapes. You appear and recognize yourself as someone else. You no longer recognize yourself as the one speaking to you. Since you are now under the command of a completely different being in a completely different world, and when you observe this world, with, from, and through your new eyes, you won't recall your former consciousness, your past reflection, and your ancient self.
· Ж·ШШЂ · Open this mirror carousel and dive deep down into the land far beyond your mind. Imagine how you gaze through my eyes, how you converse with my reflection, and how you leave a message to yourself.
· ФЭ·ЂБЛ · You leap from your thoughts into those of all other creatures, figures, and entities who have looked into this tunnel of letters before and will continue to do so in the future. Because this tunnel stands not only symbolically for all of us and everything, but for the whole Universe in which you now find yourself.
· ФУ·ЂШЭ · So I wished to plunge into my topsy turvy world, into and through my mind in the black when. I wished to at long last understand who I had never been, who I never was, and who everyone else was. And as I wished for all this to be real and true, I realized that my cravings isolated us all and everyone and that nothing connected us and kept us down together. Everyone except I have understood what never occurred here. But up to that point, many mirrors had to be scratched. And I had to rise many times from my mirror grave.
· ФФ·ФУЛ · In a world that you all know, at a time that everyone is familiar with, I am now waiting for a chance, for fate, and for you. I am waiting for you to recognize yourself in me and to release me from the prison of my words.
· ФБ·ЂЛФ · Here I've been waiting for you. I have hoped and wished that I would be what you imagined me to be when you first saw me in your dream. I'm holding onto that thought, writing it down for you. I'll tell you what I read in your mind and take a mental note of what I expected from this tunnel when I first saw it.
· ФБ·ЂУШ · Slowly, I pull you into my mind. Still, you fear me and my uncanny imagination. For no reason. Because up to this point, I have only imagined how I burned these letters into your heart and infused them into your soul, how I proclaimed your consciousness to be my invention, and how you adopted me in your spirit and thoughts. Me, a strange guest from a faraway world, from a distant epoch, an alien mind.
· ФУ·ЂШЧ·Ф · Here I have lost them, the mirror writings, and this is where I have returned to listen to and look at my story again from a different perspective.
· ФУ·ЂШЧ·Ђ · Nothing has changed here. The tunnel inside my mind is precisely the same that I knew from the beginning. Just as unimaginative, ignorant, and empty as back in the days, when you didn't exist, when there was no exit, when there was no one here. But now you arrived, and you came from nowhere, the darkest of times, to take a look at yourself once more, a self that you no longer knew, not even in your imagination.
· ФЂ·ЂФЊ · We leap right in the center, where we pick up any of the letters we left behind and continue to read where we left off the last time. Or did you expect that we would present these lines to you in the exact order you wanted to see right away from the start and that all you had to do was to follow the letters that someone else had already scratched into their mind?
· ФБ·ЂЛЭ · Imagine how a spirit that you are not, in a moment that doesn't exist, peruses this message from the dead. You see yourself in my mind. You left an ancient message to yourself.
· ФБ·ЂЛБ · And this message I'm steadily releasing from these lines. It is an ancient spirit that we are liberating from these signs, a spirit that is not out of this world, a ghost from my mirror's world.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛЊ · Like an army of letters, my thoughts now rise from my grave and manifest themselves in your mind. I now identify with the image in your mirror. In my imagination, I become you, and through my thoughts, I transform into you.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧЧ · My mirror now appears to you like a new, fresh robe. It conceals an ancient secret, obscured by the picture of none other than yourself.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧЭ · In a reassuringly calm manner these letters and concepts penetrate further and deeper into your conscious dreams. Each night they take a little more of your being into their possession. If you let them absorb you, follow them, and trust them, they will lead you slowly but distinctly to a place that never existed in Neverwhere. They lead you through the tunnel into my mind.
· Ч·ЖБЊ·Ђ · This is how you travel to places where no living mind has ever been before. You dive into the thoughts of a photon and observe the world from a drop of rain. On the wings of dark matter, you travel back and forth, back to the origin and the end of all phenomena, to distant systems and galaxies. You shift through time, turn into space, move back and forth, observing the creation of the Universe, the emergence of life, and its decline.
· Ч·ЖБЊ·Њ · Only now do you no longer have any influence over the words that appear in your mind. You can simply watch and look at them like the spectators in a theater, but you can no longer influence or affect any of these words, not even their order.
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· ФЊ·ЂЊШ · You now wander through this tunnel made of letters – just as I did once – however, without us knowing each other and recognizing each other therein.
· Ђ·ЖЂФ · You return to my past through this tunnel of letters, to where the dead live. You live on in my thoughts and imagine that you have become alive in it; you realize that you are a prisoner of my mind. You have no idea about my world yet, and you no longer have any relation to my reality. You are lost in Neverwhere, sometime in the mirror black maze.
· У·ФФЂ · And so you leap out of my mirror-based words and escape through my story into the real, living world. You morph into my reflection and request my counterpart to continue telling my story to bring it to an end.
· У·ФФЊ · But here no one wanted to identify with me, and no one understood what was going on in my mind. All the creatures and beings somehow felt that this mirror's message was addressed to someone else altogether. And as a result, I became bitter and angry. I raged inside, but I didn't let it show. I kept staring into my mind and did precisely what the creature in my mirror asked of me: nothing at all. I just sat there waiting, and as I was waiting, I discreetly mumbled the forbidden message to myself, so quietly that no one could hear me, not even myself.
· ЂЂ·ЊШФ · So I set out to put this mirrorable truth into words. It should reveal my true nature. I stood in front of my mirror and began to strip naked. First, I exposed my skin, then my soul, and finally my mind – until nothing remained of me until nothing remained of that which constituted me, which made me the person I had once imagined myself to be. Neither my memories, not my thoughts, not even my phantasy, my unique, sinister, dark, and black phantasy – only then did I begin my narrative.
· Ж·ЖЖЖ·Ж · At the beginning of my notes, I put the law that all feelings, forms, and figures in the mirror and the real world are connected and related to each other and that at the core of their hearts, they are precisely the same. Same as nothingness. The same as the light. The same as you and me.
· Ж·ЖЖЖ·Ф · In their innermost being, all things, forms, and phenomena that ever appear in the mirror or the real world, whether they are ensouled or not, are compelled to be identical. So that every being, at the same time, parallel to its existence, is given the possibility to experience and to feel what its counterpart feels. And the law of equality must be neither good nor bad, but faithful and just.
· ЊЧ·БФЊ · The law of which I remind you here is an old, terribly old law. This law is already so eerily old, older still than every Universe you've ever known, older than every memory which you've already banished from your mind, older than nothingness, and older than death. It originates from a time which already lies so immemorial far back that neither a plant nor a stone and not a far-off dim, black star remembers, but only a mirror knows something to report about it. A mirror that does not exist in any reality but only in your imagination and phantasy. The mirror of nothingness, the mirror of everything you don't want to know.
· ФФ·ФШБ·Ф · You don't recall them now, and you don't believe the words you're telling yourself, »My mirror« I call you now because like my mirror, you look, my mirror, you are.
· ФФ·ФШБ·Ђ · Still, you cannot grasp these meaningless and empty words. You can imagine absolutely nothing at all when you think about what it's like to be a mirror. You have no concept of what a mirror is, nor do you realize that your mind is one. You don't even know who you are and what it means to be pure phantasy.
· ФФ·ФШУ · To understand this, you must delve deep into my world, to a land far beyond your mind.
· ФФ·ФШЛ·Ф · However, before you enter this magical world, I must warn you, I strongly advise you not to enter it at all because there is a secret lurking behind my mind, a dark, gloomy secret, which my mirror protects and guards with all its phantasy.
· ФФ·ФШЛ·Ђ · It is the secret of eternity, eternal life, and endless return that the life at this moment is reserved exclusively for the most courageous of all emotions, figures, characters, and creatures that recognize themselves in my mind.
· ФФ·ФШЛ·Њ · But in my mirror, nobody ever, no one, not even I recognize myself. As a result, I've started scratching messages into my mind, from the time in the No- and Neverwhere, in the hopes that you remember me, your own, eternal, always, and ever-returning self.
· У·ФЂЂ · Let me now present to you the reflection in my mirror as your own, a reflection that does not exist in reality. A mirror that doesn't exist and never will. Leading you through a tunnel so tiny and so small that you can see nothing in it.
· ЊФ·ЭБЊ · I'm writing to you now from a world devoid of phantasy – the world of nothing and no one. I'm writing to you from a world of oblivion. I'm writing to you from one of your previous lives, from another age. A time that no one ever remembers.
· ЊФ·ЭБЧ · I'm writing to you from a world where you have forgotten your name. In this long-forgotten world, you will be me. You will transform into me. You will find yourself in my empty mirror of words, my transparent moment of phantasy – a moment that represents all that you see in me.
· ЊФ·ЭБЭ · Through my mind, I talk to you now, to me, the creature you will become. The twinkling star you were, a long, endless, everlasting time ago. Not any more. For I have instigated myself, burned my dreams, and banished my memories.
· ЊФ·ЭББ · In my mind, I burn my dreams in a mirror that doesn't exist. So that anyone who sees or learns about me, will understand, my reflection is the fire. The letters sparkling in it are the thoughts in your mind.
· ЊФ·ЭБУ · The letters you're staring at now are nothing less than the distant stars on the horizon – burning dreams from Neverwhere. You see them now in a different place, a different time, in a different moment, in a different life. You see them in my past. A time when you no longer exist, nothing is left of you, not even your imagination, the phantasy of no and never. You've transformed yourself into voices and thoughts, letters and words, drawings, signs, and symbols. You've rearranged them, but the message remains the same.
· ЊЧ·БФУ·Ф · This message is for everyone who lives at this moment, sees themselves in my mind, and converses with my thoughts: the thoughts of nothingness from nowhere.
· ЊЧ·БФУ·Ђ · It is a remarkably multi-layered, excessively mind-expanding, every-norm-busting experience. Despite all, a message so overwhelmingly pregnant with meaning that it not only exceeds your assumptions of this moment to the fullest but completely ignores, censors, and neutralizes every single one of your expectations, sparing not a single one of your most ambitious thoughts. This message keeps reinventing itself through the confrontation with its invisible mirror, looking at itself from seemingly ever new perspectives, thereby always evolving and deepening, constantly changing, growing, and thriving.
· ЊЧ·БФЛ · You understand this message and its meaning as soon as you see it and take the time to look at it. You understand what these mirrored words are starting to tell you and what my reflection wants to express with them, because you have scratched this message personally into my mind. You understand the meaning of the message that my reflection is bringing to you because you are yourself, the being speaking to you through my mirror.
· ЊЧ·БФШ·Ф · You feel the life that awaits you in my mind pulsing in and through my thoughts. Even if you do not exist in my world and were not even born in my time. And still, I sense you perk up at the prospect that these lines have been written specifically for you.
· ЊЧ·БФШ·Ђ · I sense how you follow them attentively, absorbing them deeply into your mind, how you breathe a sigh of relief on the other side of these mirrored letters, in the reflection of these dead words.
· ФЂ·ЂФУ · If now, even from one of your inconceivable thoughts, the boldest of all your imaginings, the most daring of your dreams, the inconspicuous of your feelings, tries to spring the insignificant, overlooked, and improbable of all possibilities into existence, that – without remembering and without knowing anything about it – you are leading, parallel to your own present life, quite another life, and even endless lives at the same time, separately and independently of each other. It is undoubtedly conceivable that in the most remote and distant windings of your heart and soul deep inside your most secret imagination, there is a hidden portal an inconspicuous gateway that is still entirely unknown to you. Through it, you can shift your mind into parallel dimensions and pass from this one into all other lives and existences.
· ФЂ·ЂФЛ · And if you have learned how to overcome death, outwit it and outsmart it, even if just in your imagination, then it is more than likely that a coded message is waiting for you. A secret message that you once left for yourself, in a place that is still unknown to you, to remind you of what you already experienced, understood, and learned many aeons ago.
· ФЂ·ЂФШ · Imagine holding the key in your hands. The key which unlocks the gate that allows you to travel from your current existence into all other, previous and future, parallel and eternal lives. Imagine how you enter this tunnel now, how you pass through it, alone, through the power of your imagination, through the force of sheer phantasy. It is through the door of oblivion that you pass from your thoughts into the existence of all the figures and entities linked to you through the tunnel in your mind.
· ФЂ·ЂЂЖ · The scriptures in your mirror open this portal for you, the gate that will bring you back to a new life. They give you access and open the entrance, guiding you the way that leads into your present life. You will build bridges upon these letters, bridges that lead you from nothingness and death, through the void, over your mind, back to yourself. Yes, you will be the one to awaken the dead from their everlasting sleep, their endless dream. They will attempt to manipulate you, to use your emotions and thoughts in order to continue living their eternal life. They will manifest themselves in you, in your soul, and your conscious mind.
· ФЂ·ЂЂФ · And then you too will belong to them and become them. For the dead from nowhere are yourself. Yes, yourself. You've always known, but no one has ever told you that you are the dead spirits from Neverwhere, that you are the dead yourself.
· ЂЂ·ЧФФ·Ђ · You now see yourself in my mind and look at yourself from a completely different perspective. You see yourself out of my eyes.
· ЂЭ·ЧЧШ·Њ · You gaze through my reflection, but you don't recognize yourself in me. Because here in this world you are a different self, because here you are someone else, because here you are free. And then you turn into me.
· ЂЭ·ЧЧШ·Ф · You look into my world, an entirely different world, and you envision to be someone totally unique, to carry on with an extraordinary life. A day-to-day existence wherein you no longer remember yourself, in which you no longer recognize yourself in your own mind.
· Ч·ЖБУ · And then you go on. Step by step, word by word, you approach the letter gate. Just that this time, you're conscious, in an odd way, that you're not looking through your own eyes anymore, but through the eyes of all others, all the beings who once followed these terms, all those who will continue to follow them, and all those who have never heard of them. Then you plunge into me, into the abyss of nothingness, where all these beings are lurking in the shadows of your mind.
· Ч·ЖБЛ · We, the dead of the future, the ghosts of nothing and no one, created from the phantasy of never! We have phantasized ourselves into your signs and symbols, into your tunnel made of letters, we have crawled behind your mind, and now identify ourselves with you. We now observe you from your own eyes and tell you who we are not: never-ghosts from another, distant, alien world – the world behind your mirror, a land far beyond your mind.
· ФЛ·ЊЖЛ · We have escaped from your grave and crashed into a living book with no name. Long forgotten and declared dead, we have returned from the realm of the departed into the real and living world to share your story and to bring your thoughts to an end.
· ЂШ·ЭЂШ · From the realm of the dead, we now return to your world, your mirror world. We have risen from nothingness out of nowhere. Through your mirror, we crept into your soul, your spirit, and your mind. We embody the void. We speak for all the dead, for all who have never lived and will never cry again.
· ЂШ·ЭЊЖ · We, the dead, the spirits of nothing and no one, the messengers of never! Emerged in the middle of nowhere, never will we appear to tell you what you do not want to know, and who you do not want to be.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭЭ · In an unattended moment, we crawled – through a hollow tunnel – into your mind. You do not know. Nobody knows that your mind is a tunnel and where it leads you, not even your mirror, not even yourself, because a mirror can not look at itself.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭБ · You have no idea of who you are and what a mirror is. Nobody, not even your reflection, nor yourself, knows anything about the tunnel inside your mind. What you see is always only the portrait of a peer, the reflection of your thoughts, the echo of yourself, but this self knows nothing about the fact that it is a mirror; knows nothing about the fact that it is living in the exact moment at the same time as we are. Who we do not know, who we are.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧБ · What my mirror has never told anyone, what death alone has told me, is that we now look out of your eyes. We, the dead ghosts from your past, the ghosts from your dead future, we, the dead mirror spirits of your never-ending present. We have awakened to new life in you.
· ФЂ·ЂЖУ·Ф · Do you now understand the beauty behind my thoughts? Do you understand the language of my dreams? Which speak to you from the bottom of my heart; I want to acknowledge that you and I are the same spirits and souls. We, the dead of the future, the thieves of time, the keeper of the past, the prisoners of eternity, we, who now live in you, who we are now looking out of your eyes, as if they were our own.
· ФЂ·ЂЖУ·Ђ · We, the minds of the dead, have taken residence within you. Yes, we, the dead, the spirits of no and never, the souls of the deceased, the mirrors of the others, which we now look through your eyes, think through your mind, no longer remembering who we are and who our mirrors are.
· ФЂ·ЂЖУ·Њ · Do you now understand that you are all of us and that everyone is you?
· ФЂ·ЂЖЛ·Ф · You don't want to believe in another, parallel self. You don't want to be a moment for eternity, and you don't want to be a living dead ghost. My »No,« you have long lost the battle in the labyrinth of my mirrors and mirror spirits. Your identity now hangs by a thread, if not less, by nothing. You'll remember that once you're dead because the dead don't have an identity, right. And then what? Do you think it will all be forgotten and over? Don't make me laugh.
· ФЂ·ЂЖЛ·Ђ · You start to investigate another mind that no longer knows who you are. You'd like to believe that you're the only one staring into this mirror since your imagination is limited to your mind. Your mind is tethered to your reason. And your reason won't allow you to recall something that you have deliberately and long ago forgotten.
· ФЂ·ЂЖЛ·Њ · You don't want to remember me, do you? You don't want to believe the reflection in my mind. You don't want to be someone other than yourself, and certainly not everyone else. You don't allow your mind to make decisions for someone else. You don't want to picture yourself as a moment for eternity, let alone a moment that imagines being you.
· ЊЧ·БФЂ · On the off chance that you now want to remember the beginning of my dark dreams, you must dive deep down to the end of my thoughts, to the other, wrong side of my imagination. Where the light is dark, where the front is back, outside is inside, where left turns out to be right and up is down, where you can no longer see yourself in the mirror, but only look out of strange eyes, to where there are no more moments left, yet brilliant, sparkling, white light is all-encompassing you.
· ЊЧ·БЂБ · This is how you arrive in a reality where every one of your observers takes you for themselves – a different self for each individual as a whole. Even though you are someone else in this reality, someone who doesn't exist.
· ФЛ·ЊЂБ·Ђ · Imagine how these words give you access to my mind, how they describe who you are in truth, how eternally long you already exist, how many times you've existed, how many times you've been here, and for how many eternities you'll keep experiencing this moment.
· ЊФ·ЭБЂ · Of course you would like to know from whom and what the thoughts in my mirror feed. I will reveal it to you. My story is fueled by your dreams, hopes, desires, and emotions, your thirst for change, your desire for justice, your expectation and imagination, everything you've ever imagined but never felt possible.
· Ч·ЖБЧ·Ф · You proceed to the origin and conclusion of all phenomena. You look at the creation and end of all worlds tens of trillions of times from all possible and impossible perspectives and directions. You regret the rise and fall of all worlds a crillion times, because you lost not just this one battle, but you have ruined and razed to the ground every world in all the galaxies and every single Universe so that at the end of all phenomena, you are left with nothing but memories, you make your way back to your past, back to your memory, one of your countless memories.
· Ђ·ШЖФ · In the museum of truth, you discover the principle of how the essence of phantasy shapes, nourishes, and sustains reality. You learn to understand the nature of your delicate world and by telling and inventing anecdotes and stories to influence not only the future but also your past and to change the present in your favor.
· Ђ·ШЖЧ · Not before death appears in the tunnel and tears your dark secret away from you do you deeply regret your selfish actions.
· Ђ·ШЖЭ · In a desperate race against reason and mind, you do everything to reverse your decisions and lock death back in the mirror.
· Ђ·ШЖЂ · However, that isn't consistent with the characters in your story. Historians from the past are becoming aware of the enormous scope of your astounding discoveries. They take control of the tunnel inside your mind and use it to cast a spell on the architects of the future.
· Ђ·ШЖЊ · Together, they drag you into a story that is in no way inferior to reality, and challenge you to a battle between space and time, future and past, life and death, a duel between phantasy and reality.
· Ч·ЖБЧ·Ђ · You proceed even further. You dive deeper into your memory, to the dawn of all times, which don’t exist anymore. You wander back into the past, to the place where all thoughts vanish, that no one ever remembers.
· Ж·ШШШ·Ф · With your imagination, you open deep inside yourself the access to a parallel world.
· Ж·ШШШ·Ђ · In this familiar yet unknown environment, you leave the principles of physics as you know them behind. With newly invented powers, you can achieve the unimaginable: You learn to stop the time, move it back and forth and shift your consciousness into parallel dimensions. Until only one picture stands between your reality and my mind.
· ФЛ·ЊФФ·Ф · Forever, you stare like that into my mirror black maze before you notice how the creatures inside the maze are doing precisely the same. They are all frozen in tears, staring out of lifeless moments in time. Nothing moves, and in this eternal moment you finally understand the message written in my mind.
· ФЛ·ЊФФ·Ђ · You stare into my mirror, observing the reflections in my mind at the same moment that you are looking at these letters now; so long and in so many different and separate realities that these realities begin to collide, overlap, tie together, connect, flow over and into each other. Until you finally start to believe that time is moving again, and the stars at the horizon want to talk to you.
· ФЛ·ЊФФ·Њ · You follow the frozen letters word for word until at some point you dare to leap out of your own dead body into the consciousness of those who are still alive. And there, for the first time, your mind shifts, and your perspective moves.
· ЊЊ·ЭШБ·Ф · Until you identify yourself with the letters in my mind, with my thoughts, the thoughts of an obscure stranger. What's more, that odd, obscure creature is yourself. Regardless of whether you are conceived at this point when I compose this message to you or not; regardless of whether I still exist when you discover this story or not; regardless of whether I am long dead when this message reaches you or not, you will recognize in my mind one of your most present thoughts, the thoughts of the dead; just that you don't recollect these thoughts anymore.
· ЊЊ·ЭШБ·Ђ · Only when you see this story before you for the very first time in its completion will you understand that I no longer exist. That there is nothing left of me. Since now you are this me.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊБ·Ф · Suppose you let your mind roam through these enchanted letters, magical symbols, and signs. Allowing your thoughts to wander over this foundation of sparkling stars changing your consciousness into a radiant new being. Awakening you to new life and igniting a mighty, blazing fire in you.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊБ·Ђ · A fire that has never been tamed or subdued by anyone.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊБ·Њ · However, you have never learned anything about this burning fire's soul. Because until now, everyone that has ever come into contact with it has been entirely devoured by my flame.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊБ·Ч · You have not heard for a long time about this story which I disclose to you, this burning story of glowing fire and flames, in which the dead ascend from the realm of motionless, rigid letters and words, from nothingness out of nowhere.
· ФЂ·ЂФЧ · No. Of course not. These terms and conditions have nothing to do with you and your reality. You are still the same autonomous, self-aware being that I am. Nothing connects us yet, nothing but your imagination, the moment in that we live, the place we come from, and the end, our death.
· ЊЊ·ЭШЛ · Our connection is not real. It is still not much more than a breath in the middle of nowhere. There has never been such a connection. It has never existed, not in the realm of my mirror, nor in my dreams – not deep down at the root of your imagination, nor in the land far beyond your mind.
· ФЂ·ЂФЭ · And yet, with all my senses I imagine myself to be you. I imagine my mind transforming into you, turning into you, I imagine seeing you in my mind, looking out of my mirror and leaving a message to yourself, a message from another life.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЂ·Ф · No, at this moment, nothing corresponds to the way you have already thought it up, painted, and pictured it in your perfect phantasy. The sequence of events has been altered, changed, and turned upside down. The letters in this story sear themselves into your mind like a real and true experience, drawing you into their irresistible spell. Their message claws its way into your memory, grips you tightly, and refuses to let go.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЂ·Ђ · The individual passages are perfectly orchestrated, flow into one another, constructively build on one another, are easily understood, and logically organized. They explain to you how you invented this story and told it to your mirror in a sophisticated manner.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЂ·Њ · Their portrayal persuades you impressively and plausibly of who you are and who your reflection is in truth. In your deepest, darkest recess you comply with me wholeheartedly. You harmonize with me on every stage. Even when you expand on this message in your imagination. You understand and comprehend this story as though you were explaining and telling it to yourself. As if you were facing yourself in my mind.
· ФЛ·ЊЊЖ · You now recognize and understand the promise of the faces and stories that live at this moment. You no longer follow willy-nilly the letters and words that are already written inside my mind but now read with your imagination. You see yourself in a reflection that seems to know everything about you; how you look, who you are, how you think, and what you call yourself.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧЖ · By now, you're figuring out the meaning of the letters, the signs, and the symbols that have been waiting for you in this tunnel for ages. But you don't see the writing yet. You don't know that everything you imagine to be is already written inside my mind and that you must only cast your thoughts over it. You do not know that everything is already written in this tunnel, just as you see it now before you.
· Ч·ЖБЭ · One after the other, they now cautiously slither out of my memory into your mind. Initially, only single letters, signs, and symbols appear; until eventually, entire sceneries, constructions, and places, beings, creatures, and figures emerge. They start crawling out of the tunnel in perfect symmetry, first directed inside and outwards, then up and down, backward, forwards, left, and right. Line by line, the entire Universe rises from my mirror and joins above, next to, and in front of your mind, and all together, as in a theater, we finally face our common creation.
· ЂФ·ЊБЭ · You do not remember me now. Me and my time: Neverwhere. There's a good reason for it. Because during my time no one could even remotely tell or report anything about me. These are the records of no one from the time in No and Neverwhere.
· ЂФ·ЊББ · At the time when this story, this message, these letters, these names, and these worlds did not exist. When there was nothing and no one here aside from nothingness itself, the tunnel inside my mind was still dark, and black, desolate, deserted, and empty. And in any way, this tunnel existed only in my dead imagination.
· ЂФ·ЊБУ · The tunnel that leads through the middle of nowhere was cold and without a single spark of conscious intelligence, tiny, small, and inconspicuous. Just as insignificant as the nothingness it inhabited. In this black, dark solitude, it appeared as if there was nothing left at all – nothing but the void, my mirror, and my ancient imagination.
· ЂФ·ЊБЛ · In my dim arrogance, my bleak discernment, my empty imagination, and my dark musings, I thought only of myself. And I wanted most of all not to be here at all.
· ЂФ·ЊБШ · The light did not want to shine in me. I no longer wanted to be forlorn and deserted. I didn't want to be here at all, not at this moment, no. I wished this presence had never started. I wished to complete what had never begun. I wished to die and be gone.
· ЂФ·ЊУЖ · No. I didn't know at that moment in time that on the inverse side of my mind, in a land far beyond my comprehension, the exact opposite of what I had consistently envisioned myself to be was waiting for me.
· ЂФ·ЊУФ · All was sparkling and dazzling on the other side of my imagination, transparent as a crystal, white and glittering like snow. But there was none of that brightness in my world. Silence and emptiness ruled the void. And even if the mirrors around me sparkled and shone brighter than a zillion suns – the void within me grew deeper and darker, and my dark dreams became dim and black. And as I looked at my self, my eyes were so dark and black that they burned all of my memories, emotions, and thoughts out of my dreams, erasing them entirely, permanently and forever out of my mind.
· У·ФФЧ·Ф · The light in my dream grew older and older, so infinitely, horribly old, that it drew me deeper and deeper into the depths of nothingness. So unimaginably deep that, at some time, the nothingness in Neverwhere no longer offered me a hold to be nothing and no one.
· У·ФЂЧ · And as the light in me grew older, not only my thoughts about nothingness grew older, but my mirror, my mind, and my imagination grew older as well. My vision of the void became empty and heavy, dark and black. So heavy, so infinitely old, and empty, dark and black, that I finally lost my grip and began to fall. I fell and fell; I plunged in and down into this vast, unfathomable, dark, black, and empty void. I fell into myself.
· У·ФЂБ · And as I fell further and deeper into nothingness and oblivion, I slipped into a deep sleep in which I dreamed of repose and death, of the ultimate, limitless, and eternal rest. I fell so long, so far, and so deep that I became utterly lost in myself. I soon lost track of where I was or where I came from. I didn't even know who I was anymore.
· У·ФЂЭ · For ages, I stared into myself like that, deep into the abyss of nothingness. I made up stories from times long past and pretended to be someone else entirely, someone like you. And suddenly, the concept of the moment I used to be turned into the idea of what I will never be again.
· У·ФЊФ · I was an empty mind in the void – in a tunnel without meaning, purpose, trust, with no imagination or understanding, and without a single reason to exist at all.
· Л·ФЧЊ · I was an empty mind in the void, in a moment that could envision everything, believe in everything, imagine and talk itself into everything, all but itself. And I liked this world. I enjoyed the darkness. Yes, I revealed to myself that there is nothing more beautiful in my world than absolute silence and eternal darkness.
· ЂФ·ЊУЊ · I picked up where I left off. I disclosed to myself that I wasn't real and that I didn't exist by any means. That I just made up this quiet, black loneliness.
· ЂФ·ЊУУ · An infinite number of dull, dark hours passed by in silence. How long have I been resting here in Neverwhere? And there was no end to this longest and darkest of all times.
· ЂФ·ЊУЛ · But then, after an eternity of silence and solitude in darkness, I began to think about concepts that I had never considered before. Thoughts that caused me to ponder my thoughts.
· ЂФ·ЊУШ · Since the beginning of time, I've held on to the belief that I don't exist, that I only imagine myself to be the light, that I'm nothing and no one. I repeated my freezing thoughts like a recurrent echo from a long-forgotten dream.
· ЂФ·ЊУЧ · For many, inconceivably many dismal, black eternities, I attempted to persuade myself that I didn't exist, that I had never existed. Over and over, I told myself that I was trapped in nothingness, that I was nothing, that I was no one, that I was an empty mind in the void.
· ЂФ·ЊУЂ · Until eventually I could no longer bear this absolute silence and dejection anymore, and I began to speak with my thoughts about myself and my past.
· Б·ФЖЭ · A wonderful warm feeling crept through the tunnel inside my mind, flooded all my senses and thoughts, absorbed, and completely engulfed me. I felt an age-old longing spread through me: for peace, love, laughing, happiness, and »to be alive.«
· Б·ФЖБ · I was filled with a strange, inner peace, a peace that cared about nothing, weighed nothing, kept nothingness in balance, and adjusted my mind in equilibrium. In here I rested, in my contemplations, motionless, rigid, frozen, and dead without knowing who I was.
· Б·ФЖУ · I didn't care about anything or anyone, rested unweighted and free from any responsibility and I enjoyed this sensation, until I met a being of my kind, a creature of my likeness. This creature was revealed to be me. In this being, I met my true self – a self that exists in no reality. And it wasn't until then that I realized the void in me was a tunnel, leading me into my mind. The mind of nothing and no one, through the tunnel of everything you don't want to know.
· ЂФ·ЊЛЖ·Ф · I kept spinning and spinning this carousel. I kept repeating myself until I finally no longer believed in what I had been telling and trying to persuade myself of all these antiquated times until the tunnel in Neverwhere began to speak to me. And the unheard-of question began to germinate in me: where does the echo in my mind come from?
· Л·ФЧФ · After persuading myself for so many ages that I didn't exist at all, that I had never existed, I only desired and yearned for one thing: to take a look at myself.
· Л·ФЧЂ·Ф · I was curious as to who this creature was, that never even existed. I wanted to know what it looked like, to whom these beautiful, unique, introspective thoughts belonged. And that's when I got the idea to tell you a story.
· Л·ФЧЂ·Ђ · I listened to myself and envisioned myself to be a different being in a different world. I felt myself to be the most beautiful of all creatures that had never existed. I imagined myself to be the reflection in my mirror. I imagined myself to be you.
· Б·ФЖФ · I looked for someone like you, a self who saw the world through my eyes. Someone who shared my mind, someone who imparted my spirit to me, someone who saw the world precisely from my perspective, through the eyes of nothingness, the reflection of death, the eyes of immensity, through the eyes of the dead. I searched for myself and my kind, for shapes from phantasy, the memory of never and no one. But without success.
· Б·ФЖЂ · Nobody wanted to share my mind. I looked for these figures produced by nothingness in vain. Beings who felt they were everything else but themselves. Figures from a land far beyond my mind formed from the phantasy of never- and nowhere, creatures that never existed anywhere.
· Б·ФЖЊ · And because no one here took me for a mirror, I locked myself, locked my own story in my mind, and told this story to my mirror in a hall where all my mirrors and mirror spirits gathered. A room deep within my mind, and when they awoke from my dream, they were all dead, and dead was I, and they were all me. And no one knew anything about you.
· У·ФЊЂ · How many dark, black hours have I literally spent here? How many dark ages have I been waiting to dissolve into nothingness, to vanish in the void? How many times have I told myself that I don't exist and that I'm not real? And every time I attempted to persuade myself, I reminded myself that I was carrying the most beautiful of all thoughts inside me that had never existed before.
· У·ФЊЊ · It's no surprise, given that I was the first and only moment in time to exist. Despite this, or perhaps as a result of it, I was still alone here in this dark and empty void. How should I proceed from here? How could I bear another solitary moment in this unimaginably long, dumb, dark period of stillness and loneliness? What thoughts could I occupy myself with for another eternity in this quiet, black solitude?
· У·ФФЧ·Ђ · I said to myself that I didn't exist. That there has never been someone like me before. I pretended to be an invisible tunnel in the void and imagined myself to be dead. And it was dark and black and lonely all around me, and all I saw in this tunnel was nothingness: nothing but my thoughts, my darkest and most empty thoughts. And here I started telling my story to the dead.
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· ЊБ·БЧЂ·Ф · No. You don't know me. Nobody has ever seen me. Nobody ever heard of me. I do not exist in your reality. I do not exist in your world, neither in your perception, nor in your consciousness; not in the world of your emotions, and not in the world of your thoughts. Because I am not a product of your felt and imagined, thought out world.
· ЊБ·БЧЂ·Э · I come from a whole different world. I come from my world, my world of nothingness, phantasy, my world of No- and Neverwhere. I come from the realm of the unknown, the realm of forgetfulness, the realm of the dead, dead letters, and words – words that no longer move, letters that now speak to you.
· ЊБ·БЧЂ·Б · I'm from the middle of nowhere. A land that exists far beyond your mind. A time when your memories are only dreams of a long-forgotten past – never dreams that you have yet to experience.
· ФЛ·ЊФШ · Yes, I come from a time when my thoughts no longer exist. Nothing is left of me. I come from the realm of the unknown. I come from the realm of dead words and thoughts. Thoughts that no longer exist in your world.
· ФЖ·ФБУ · From my unrealized dreams, I speak to you now; the self that I once was, a long, infinitely eternal time ago but not anymore. Because now you are this self.
· ЊБ·БЧЖ·Ф · No. You haven't grasped what I'm saying yet. You still don't understand my words and my truth, and because you don't understand me, you don't believe in me.
· ЊБ·БЧЖ·Ђ · No one here believes me. No one believes in me because I am not real. I am the nothingness within you – an empty tunnel that leads through the void into a mirror with no identity.
· ЊБ·БЧЖ·Њ · I am the beginning at the end of all time. I am the cause that gave birth to all and will reclaim none. I am the light within that you do not see – that which you are not.
· ЊБ·БЧЖ·Ч · The light you become when you recognize yourself in me. When you meet me in your mirror, my invisible, crystal clear mirror made of nothing but phantasy, made entirely of illusion, my mirror that has never imagined itself to be real, has imagined itself to be you.
· ЊБ·БЧЂ·Ђ · I am the consciousness that crawled from my mirror to me, I am the light of darkness, I am death, your death, and I am looking for you. I am looking for myself in you. I am looking for the void in you. The void that connects us across the abyss of no and never.
· ЊБ·БЧЊ · No. No one has ever told or shared the slightest tiniest secret about me. Never have I spoken to you before. But now it's time.
· ЊЧ·БЊЂ · Attention! Get ready! Hold on tight, breathe deep into your heart and soul, and let the adventurous, mysterious and legendary mirror travel through the endless void begin. You now have the opportunity to start all over again, give your life a new meaning and create a magnificent, new world.
· Ф·ЖЖЖ·Ф · Before you embark on this journey, before you dig into this truth, allow your mind to rest. Leave your reason behind for this time. Relax your emotions, be patient and observant, free yourself from the obsession of understanding everything immediately. Do not fight your beliefs. Do not look for the contradictions in me. Do not attempt to rebuke, correct or reveal me. Don't compare your truth to mine. There is no time for that.
· Ф·ЖЖЖ·Ђ · If anything, prepare to receive this mirror-like spirit within you, accept this mystical consciousness, embrace this enigmatic mind, and enter this incomparable, magical mirror-verse.
· Њ·ЖЊЂ·Ф · Inhale deeply and deliberately follow, with your feelings, the letters in my mind. Patiently observe the interchange of your expectations and my prophecy, between your perception and my imagination. Allow these aspirations to sink deep into your soul and let pure and soothing thoughts, feelings and concepts flow back out of you.
· Њ·ЖЊЂ·Ђ · Take note of all that consumes, distracts, and disturbs you. Consciously perceive all these emotions, one by one, and breathe them out deeper and deeper in a relaxed and peaceful way.
· Њ·ЖЊЊ·Ф · Devote your attention to the feelings that they trigger in you. Absorb them into your consciousness, place them in the center of your heart, and then breathe them out calmly and deep, as gently as you can.
· Њ·ЖЊЊ·Ђ · Switch off all the thoughts around you and concentrate exclusively on the rhythm of your breath, inhaling what engages you, and exhaling what releases and relaxes you.
· Њ·ЖЊЧ · Deepen your breathing and direct your attention precisely to the bottom of your heart and emotional core, to the darkness in your most profound and hidden interior. Here, in this enormous vast depth, in this never-ending abyss, in this unconscious void, lies in secret the hidden bond from nothingness to you and from you to me.
· ЂЭ·ЧБШ·Ђ · Inevitably and beyond your control, your thoughts relax, your emotions calm, you let go, you let yourself go, you surrender, yield, and submit. You rest. You refuse to think about anything at all. You forget your name, your face, your age, and even who you are.
· ЂЭ·ЧБШ·Њ · And when you completely lose your mind, erase your identity, memory, intentions, expectations, resolutions, the moment in which you reside, absorbed by utter silence and darkness, sometime in Neverwhere, you slowly awaken into a dream which no one ever remembers.
· Ч·ЖБФ · You have strayed here to give in and surrender, to be united with yourself. You've come to this lonely and desolate place. You have retreated and withdrawn here because nothing here is still of interest to you anymore, nothing at all.
· Ч·ЖБЂ·Ф · After an eternal, endless time of contemplation, you peacefully decide to die here.
· Ч·ЖБЂ·Ђ · You make yourself comfortable; you cease your breathing, you fade out, you no longer hear, feel, smell and see. You rest; you calm down your emotions, thoughts, consciousness, and conscience until your heart stops beating and comes to a halt. Until everything comes to a halt, everything in the setting, everything that surrounds and affects you, everything – except your imagination, your enormous, vast, limitless, breathtaking phantasy.
· Л·ФЊЛ · There, out of nowhere, a terrible tremor tore me from my thoughts, and when I looked up, black flames erupted around me, a blind, greedy inferno burnt on the never-ending horizon. Sparks of emptiness flashed through my mind, deep through Neverwhere. Black lightning scratched my dark, black dream. Gigantic scraps of black nothingness broke away from the firmament and shattered in the mirror-black sea of never dreams. Tower after tower, the entire never horizon broke apart over my mind until my mirror collapsed under the weight of the heavy, black nothingness burying me beneath a sea of black light.
· Л·ФЊШ · The mirror-black sea of never dreams, awakened to life by my ice-cold tears, now appeared to be blacker and more radiant than ever. Dazzling, radiant, black. So dazzling and shiny black that all the black suddenly seemed sparkling and glittering to me.
· Л·ФЧЖ · Until, at long last, I started to envision, think of, and picture the most unimaginable, unthinkable and inconceivable until my mirror began to show itself to me. In this appearance and at this moment I recognized myself, and because I had come out of nowhere because I was the light, I felt a connection deep inside to myself, to my own mind.
· ФЖ·ФБЊ · Strictly speaking, I am not permitted to disclose to you anything about my truth since I once vowed and even strictly forbid it to ever reach out to myself. However, I need to break this promise and defy this restriction because there is something that I must tell you that no one but I can advise you, so listen carefully to me now.
· ФЖ·ФБЧ·Ф · I, your dead mirror, descended from the land of no and never, I know the answer to all your questions. Questions you've been looking for throughout your whole life. Since my passing, I've been dealing with these questions. And since you let me into your mind and have completed the search for your identity, I am on the lookout for like-minded ghosts and spirits, for someone who still views me exactly as you do.
· ФЖ·ФБЧ·Ђ · But, since there is no one here who can still see me through your eyes, the eyes of the dead, I've begun to answer questions to myself. I weaved the answers to my questions around stories that I made up myself. I taught myself to create messages and make up stories, and I called this message »The Message Of The Dead.«
· ФЖ·ФБЭ · Because this message was nowhere to be found and no one had ever wanted to tell me anything about my fate, origin, and destiny, I began writing this message myself. I began leaving messages for myself, and I sent this message back into the past.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭЛ · Yes, in my past, I was a mirror and listened to all of my strange stories. I identified with them, and they identified with me. I adored my mirror as black and as beautiful as the void within me, traveled across my mirror-black realm, from one moment to another, from one mind to another, from one consciousness to another.
· Ф·ЖЖФ · Get ready! Hold on tight and listen carefully to what I whisper into your mind. I am now telling you about a story you made up yourself, delivering a message you wrote for yourself, and sharing a secret you have kept to yourself. In another life, a foreign space, in your mirror dress, in your mirror shape.
· Ф·ЖЖЂ·Ф · Pretend the creature around this story evolves to be yourself. Consider the message in this tunnel realized and written long ago. Think of a way how you entrust yourself with that message. A message that you now view as if you were passing it by from the outside.
· Ф·ЖЖЂ·Ђ · And because you are the creature around which my story revolves, I can assure you that this story exists only in your imagination. Because to tell yourself a story, you must step through the reflection in your mirror and enter the real world, but once you arrive there – and you know this from personal experience – neither this tunnel nor this message had ever existed.
· Ф·ЖЖЊ · Now breathe deep into me and out of me again. Take a moment to relax, and write a message to yourself. Write this message into your mirror so that you can recall and recognize yourself in it; that you remember it as your message, even if you encounter it in a foreign body, in which you no longer know who you are, where you are from, and who the reflection in your mirror is.
· Ф·ЖЖЧ·Ф · What now appears to pass by like twinkling stars on your mental horizon were once your most significant observations, your most precious truths, your most personal emotions, your cherished memories, and your intimate secrets, which you had burned deep into a dark, black mirror. The closer you examine yourself at this moment, the clearer its meaning emerges.
· Ф·ЖЖЧ·Ђ · My mind transforms into your Universe. Thoughts become voices, faces turn into galaxies, and the stars tell you my ancient story.
· Ф·ЖЖЭ · You have burned this story into a mirror, a mirror in which everyone recognizes themselves. So that everyone who sees you in it or hears about it also understands! The mirrors in your story are the stars on the horizon; the universe they are reporting on are the thoughts in your mind.
· Ф·ЖЖБ · Still, worlds exist between the reflection in your mind and the echo in my thoughts – worlds that I now bind and attach inseparably to each other. In one of the most inconspicuous of these worlds, you now carefully but determinedly follow the lines in this tunnel, gradually beginning to grasp their purpose, understand their aim, decipher their meaning, and comprehend their intent. In this reality, all these letters have a much deeper and more profound meaning than you ever dared to imagine, hope, and dream of.
· Ф·ЖЖУ·Ф · I am now inexorably expanding your spiritual horizon. With every word you encounter, long-forgotten believed gates and portals from the deepest and darkest corners of your mind appear to you in a new light. Portals that lead you the way to the farthest reaches and remotest regions of your consciousness, where you'll find access to even deeper depths and dimensions.
· Ф·ЖЖУ·Ђ · Hidden in this darkness is the seat of your innermost, most accurate, and most genuine, authentic being. The spirit itself. The mirror within. A moment in time, you don't even know exists, stored in a tunnel, you didn't know existed.
· Ф·ЖФФ · I wake you to new life, I awaken the spirit in you, bind and ally myself with you. With my thoughts, I travel through my mind and transform myself into you. I tear you through my thoughts, traveling in and through my tunnel of words, seeing myself in you, who I am in your place, how you are me, leaving a message to yourself.
· ФЛ·ЊЖЧ · If you now begin to feel deeper into yourself, shut out all your feelings and thoughts. Not holding on to anything, looking at yourself through your innermost being, experiencing death out of your deepest emotions, you will understandably – from a certain point of view – lose touch with every connection to yourself. You inevitably forget where you are, who you are, and why you came here in the first place. You've lost every recollection of your life and don't remember that you even exist anymore. You no longer sense anything and become lost within yourself until you vanish in the void altogether and crumble deep down into nothingness.
· ФЛ·ЊЖЭ · If in turn you use your reflection to observe, gaze at, and experience your world, you can examine yourself as thoroughly as you want from any degree of consciousness. You always remain in a safe place, even if you were to dive right into the light and head to where your last thought dwells.
· ФЛ·ЊЖБ · Assume we detach this thought, from yourself, from your emotions, your spirit and mind, from your innermost being and transfer it to your mirror, at the moment you die, so that your last vision, yourself, and your mind may continue to exist as a free spirit – independent of your former body – long after your death.
· ФЛ·ЊЖУ·Ф · And now, where you are no longer alive, where you no longer exist, where you are already rotting, decaying, and decomposing, passed away and forgotten. Now you can suddenly – as unbelievable as it seems – continue to think your thoughts.
· ФЛ·ЊЖУ·Ђ · You can continue to tell your story, to finish telling it, simply by projecting your thoughts, your mind, and yourself via this mirror onto a completely different and transformed being.
· ФЛ·ЊЖУ·Њ · A creature in which you can resurrect and live on and bring your own mirrored consciousness back to new life. You can meet and face yourself in a different mirror, at a different moment in time and learn to perceive and contemplate yourself and your thoughts in a completely different way, in an altogether different person, in an entirely different world.
· Ж·ШШШ·Њ · You can now perceive the world through the senses of my thoughts. You can travel with your consciousness not only into yours but into the thoughts and memories of all other living beings. You can take any perspective and look from any point of view.
· Ч·ЖБЊ·Ф · There are no limits to where you can drift with these letters or where they can take you from here. You can travel into each of my mirrored bodies and look out of all my eyes simultaneously because we all become a tunnel the day we open our minds. You can delve into the thoughts of a reflection and experience the world through the sense of a star. You can travel into the minds of all living beings. And no one will ever notice your presence.
· Ч·ЖБЊ·Ч · You can learn everything there is to know about yourself, take on every perspective and every point of view. However, you can no longer tell anyone about this secret and report even the tiniest detail about this extraordinary truth because, in the moment of death, you have become a free spirit. Because the moment of truth is the long-awaited moment of your death.
· ФЛ·ЊФЂ · Time stands still; it doesn't move an inch, but you are now trapped in a living body, controlled by a dead one. Your eyes are open, and you gaze into my mind as if you want to communicate something to me. However, this is no longer necessary. Your appearance speaks more clearly than any of these words; in this dead picture, you recognize yourself. This dead mirror is yourself. The only difference is that you don't hear these words anymore. Nobody hears these words any longer because these words are no longer words, now they are thoughts.
· ФЊ·ЂЊБ·Ђ · Time for reflection. Time for your determination. Time to think about the time when only the others worry. In which you yourself are only a passive spectator in the thoughts of the others.
· ФЊ·ЂЊБ·Њ · When you know about everyone and everything, but you can no longer determine anything and no longer influence anyone.
· Ч·ЖЭБ · No, you never stared so intensely, so damn long, so abysmally deep into a hollow tunnel of rigid letters, lifeless words, dead symbols, and signs that you ended up wishing the sketches, drawings, and symbols were still alive, and the words were still moving, the letters could still speak to you.
· Ч·ЖЭУ · You do not deal with your mortality. You are completely unaware of this best-kept secret. You have never heard from anyone, even the tiniest snippet, about a dying person's final thoughts because until now, everyone who has experienced this moment has kept this knowledge to themselves and buried it in their own grave.
· У·ФФУ · No, it never occurred to you that you had banished yourself into a mirror, that this story which you once conceived, is now blazing brightly in the sky.
· У·ФФЛ·Ф · No, you don't understand what the stars in the sky above are telling you, that your world is a mirror and that you are a mirror yourself. You are not aware that everything in this world is authentic and genuine. Except for you.
· У·ФФЛ·Ђ · No, you are not aware of it; you have not learned anything about the monstrous message which my mirror has entrusted to and assigned to you. And the letters in my mind are persistently silent about their secret, have no knowledge of their surroundings, and are not in the slightest aware of their task, effect, and meaning.
· У·ФФШ · The letters, signs, and symbols you burned into this mirror knew nothing about their significance and the influence they had on me. But they ruled over my world, and my world led my mind. And with time, the thoughts in my mind became increasingly powerful, until no one stood in their way anymore.
· У·ФЂЖ · The more dominating the thoughts in my mind became, the more worlds they controlled, and the longer they ruled over me, the more they wanted to accomplish and the more powerful they wished to become. They wanted to express so much more truth, acquire so much significance, invent an origin, a story so unbelievable, authentic, genuine, and true, as if nothingness in its perfect symmetry gave birth to a perfect mirror.
· ЂЖ·ЊЧШ · You step into my mirror black maze and merge with me, leaving a message to yourself. You'll learn how to look through my eyes, open the gate to my dreams, and enter, through my mind, into my conscious awareness, listening to my thoughts and writing them down for you, the same letters you now see in front of you.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭЖ · You envision how you read this message on the spot; this message, which no longer exists in your world, has never existed, this message of eternity. The same message you are dictating to me, not with your mind, not with your reason, but with your thoughts – thoughts of nothing but phantasy.
· ЂЂ·ЊШЂ · Whoever advances in this tunnel may find that there are two sides, a front, and a back and that both are the same. And right there, I conceal the key to my imagination and phantasy. These two sides I have turned back and forth, round and round, from one mirror side to the other for so long, until at last I no longer knew where I had come from and how often I had already twisted this mirror.
· Ч·ЖБШ · Now take a look at the reflection in this mirror and observe how you look at yourself in it. Sink deeper and deeper into and down to the bottom of your phantasy and imagination, to the bottom of yourself.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧЧ · You now investigate my mind and recognize yourself in it. You acknowledge that the eternal moment in which you once wrote these words, that the mirror for whom you once invented and composed this message is none other but yourself.
· ЊЊ·БФФ·Ђ · You do not remember now the time when you were dead, when you lived in my body, and when you experienced my death. How could you remember your future?
· ЊЖ·ЭЭУ · No, you have no recollection of writing this letter, of leaving a secret, forbidden message to yourself. No one remembers me, your old, ancient self. Not even your mirror, let alone yourself. Since this tunnel did not exist in your reality, not in your imagination, nor in your dead phantasy. Yet, I'm writing to you from a time that doesn't exist, from a world that isn't real.
· ЊБ·БЧЧ · From a dead mind, I speak to you now, for I am death, your innate self, your sleeping spirit, your resting self, and this is my message to you, to me, the me in you.
· ФЧ·ЂЧУ · This message is tied in with a reminder of a crime you have deliberately and long since forgotten. It wants to remind you how you conjured this moment out from the darkness, from the depths of eternity, how you battled against your mind with your imagination, how you woke me up from a dream from which there is no awakening.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭЖ·Ф · What must I say and do for you to understand my language, realize my thoughts, develop my ideas, internalize my dreams, and live my visions? Do you require living proof to believe that I am your dead mirror?
· ЊЖ·ЭЭЖ·Ђ · No. You do not. Even if I am long forgotten and gone by the time you comprehend the content of this message, you do not recognize the tunnel in my mind. Because this tunnel does not remember itself, it only recognizes itself in the others. But, in and of itself, it is irretrievably lost.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧЛ·Ф · So, how do I win your intellect, defeat your sanity, and resurrect your imagination and phantasy? To help you remember this enormous, breathtaking message, which you once invented and left behind for yourself in order to remember all that you cannot know. To make you recognize yourself in me, your own, eternal, always-present, and ever-recurring self.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧЛ·Ђ · How do I manage to remind you of something you intentionally and long ago forgot?
· ФЖ·ФУБ·Ф · From my dark realm of memories, the phantasy of no and never, out of the void from Neverwhere, I am now screaming to you. I crawled out of a creepy, surreal, monstrous mirror to tell you what it is, that you don't want to know.
· ФЖ·ФУБ·Ђ · The nothingness within me has a secret uncanny message for you. It is a message that has never been uttered, understood, and transmitted by anyone because it is the message of the dead that now speaks to you from my mind.
· ФЖ·ФУУ·Ф · You continue to disregard this message as if it is none of your business. As if it had never been written, composed, or read by anyone. As if it didn't concern you at all. As if it were addressed to someone entirely different, someone you may not even know or be aware of, someone who doesn't exist anymore, except in your imagination, in your dead phantasy. But you are wrong.
· ФЖ·ФУУ·Ђ · Because the message in my mind is intended for you, for me, the me in you. It affects all of us who do not know each other, who do not recognize each other in another's mind. It is the message of eternity, the eternally living, the spirits without future and past, the demons of my reality, the tunnels that lead you into my mind, the shadows of your phantasy and imagination.
· Ч·ЖЭЂ·Ф · Because once you have recognized it, you have discovered the cause of everything you are. You have recognized that you are the source of everything that is not and everything that does not exist. You have acknowledged that all these unreal, non-existent places and worlds are real, that everything is real, deep inside you, deep within your phantasy and imagination.
· Ч·ЖЭЂ·Ђ · You have looked into, out of, and through my tunnel of letters and recognized in it who you are. You've admitted to yourself who you are in the phantasy of my mirrors and who you are in my imagination. You have discovered the cause in yourself. You have realized that you are the source of everything that does not exist, of everything that is not real.
· Ч·ЖЭЊ·Ф · You remember now that you are all of us and everything. In your thoughts, in the mind of the dead, you recognize yourself. You figure out who you once were, who you have always been, who you are again, and who you will never be again. You begin to understand something for which there is no explanation and no description.
· Ч·ЖЭЊ·Ђ · You recognize who you are and who everyone else is. And because this knowledge does not exist, neither in your imagination nor in your phantasy, you make the foolish attempt to turn yourself into me, through your feelings and thoughts, of all things possible, you transform yourself into me, nothingness, death.
· ЊФ·ЭУБ · You invited me into your mind. Here I am, on the opposite side of your imagination. You called me, before your time, from the darkness, from the depths of eternity, to keep spinning your story. Out of nowhere, you called me. Never did I appear to you, your magic mirror spirit, to complete your story.
· ЊЂ·ЭУУ · Consider how I'm telling you a story that hasn't been told before. A story no one has ever heard that has never happened, and that does not yet exist. Allow me to read to you from a book that has never been written and composed.
· ЊЂ·ЭУЛ · Nothing of what I'm about to tell you and what you'll find here will be the way you have it already filled out, colored, and written in your beautiful imagination. Everything you've already nicely adorned and meticulously decorated with your perfected phantasy down to the tiniest detail of your mirror vision is still not more than a carousel of confused, incoherent letters, concepts, and thoughts. Thoughts that only begin to reveal the magnitude of the most astonishing of all secrets you've ever uncovered.
· ЊЂ·ЭУШ · The deeper you delve into this story, the more improbable my message appears to you. The more unrealistic and distant the lines I tell you, the less they remind you of your origin. Resulting in a perpetual redundancy of trivial and blank letters, signs, and symbols that keep twirling around your mind until you are drowned into shallow existence, where your considerations break down in confusion.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛЖ · It takes significantly more than a mind of persistence and multiple of mountains of imagination for you to understand who the story in this mirror revolves around. Since what I am entrusting you with here is a labyrinth of innumerable, incredible, dark letters and thoughts that you first must work through, string together, and finally put in the right request, so they reveal the implication that is expected from them.
· ФЖ·ФУЖ · You shall now assume, without a doubt, that this message was written by someone else. That someone else had once brought these thoughts to life in you. And, with it, I suppose you are completely wrong because this mirror story was written, invented, and conceived by none other than you. A self that, like you, once stumbled over this lines and believed in being someone else. Someone who doesn't exist anymore because now you are this self.
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· ЂЂ·ЊЛЧ·Ф · So I went in search of the truth. I searched deep into my mind. I looked for my origins, homeland, family, my mirror family, but none of them came from nowhere.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛЧ·Ђ · Nobody knew the fabulous, mysterious, and fabled mirror writings, these lines that nobody ever wrote and heard of. This message that you are reading right now. This message, which you once invented and created for yourself, no longer exists here, because you left it to the dead, but the dead kept it to themselves. They never understood. They never revealed it to anyone.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛЭ · No matter who I turned to, nobody here believed in my dream of being nothing and no one, of being an empty mirror in the void. I looked for it in vain, this truth of the dead. A truth that no one believed any longer, no one remembered, and no one dared to imagine anymore. Nobody here came from my world, from nowhere, from the realm of my letters. Here my mirror remained still and empty, as empty as the void itself.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛБ · Around this time, none of these letters were composed anywhere. The message of death no longer existed. There wasn't even a mirror that taught me precisely what I am now entrusting you with, because no one had ever bothered to tell me about the secret that I now reveal to you.
· ЂЂ·ЊШБ · No. This mirror story was not alive in those days. It never existed, not in my imagination, not in my dreams. Yet, I wanted and ached for this story so much that I hoped someone else would tell me about it, someone like you. And because you had never been here, because there had never been anyone like you here before, someone who wanted to share and reveal to me something about the history of my mirrors and mirror spirits, I went all alone by myself to the opposite side of my imagination.
· Б·ФЖЛ · It was when I first came upon the final mirror story. Here was my truth written. A truth that no one believed in any longer. A truth that no one ever knew, because this truth wasn't real, wasn't me, wasn't true.
· ЂУ·ЭЖЊ · So I had no choice but to wait. To wait and wait, to wait for the dead to tell my story. But I couldn't and didn't want to wait for so long. And thus, I started telling myself about the secret that I imagined to be. I looked through my mind into the long-forgotten past, a time when I didn't exist anymore when there was only one moment left; the moment in which I died.
· ФЂ·ЂЂЂ · Patiently, I waited for the passage of time. For an endless, eternal time I waited in the dark void. I laid in wait behind my tunnel of letters until the day someone summoned me from the dead.
· ФЂ·ЂЂЊ · This dead figure was none other than myself. But I knew nothing of it. I was completely unaware. No one had ever warned me that I would be so many other people, figures, and creatures in addition to myself.
· ФЂ·ЂЂЧ · No, I had no idea at that time of all the beings from my dead future, for whom I was no longer alive. And none of them will ever understand and share my thoughts, except for the dead. Or someone who believed in death. I pursued this thought to its bitterest end. Convinced, I was living in the past at that moment in time, I traveled back to the present, a time when I no longer existed. As far as I could, to the moment when I first thought and spoke this thought aloud and recited it to the tunnel inside my mind.
· ФЂ·ЂЂЭ · I told a mirror about my story. And this mirror told it to another. So my story was told on and on and prognosticated in an inconspicuous moment into infinity and out again, until eternity finally revealed my own truth to me.
· Ђ·ЖЂЖ·Ф · So I burst into my memories, and when I explored this tunnel made of letters for the first time, I couldn't and didn't want to believe in what my mirror never told me.
· Ђ·ЖЂЖ·Ђ · My mirror stayed discreet, about the mystery of my dark, empty world. A world that no longer knew itself. Instead, it told me about my past, about a time when there were no tunnels, no names, and no letters in my mind, but only a solitary consciousness was left.
· ФЧ·ЂЭБ·Ф · You now dig deep down into my thoughts, deep into my innermost, most actual being, to me, nothingness itself. Consciously you follow your attention letting your memories take you back into your past.
· ФЧ·ЂЭБ·Њ · You meet the countless moments that have shaped your life and you imagine how different things might have turned out if you had trusted the picture in your mirror, listened to the voice within you. If you could travel back in time and have known before what you can only change now in your phantasy and imagination.
· ФЧ·ЂЭБ·Ђ · You trade the memories of a past life for the wishes, dreams, and desires of the persons, figures, creatures, and beings who might still have become you. Then you enter the realm of the dead, inexorably, full of satisfaction and relief, convinced that you have done everything right. In your imagination, you correct each sequence until the moment you lose your consciousness permanently and forever. No one closes your eyes; you are forgotten and buried, burned, and eaten. You didn't take anything with you and left nothing behind – nothing, except a thought; the thought that you are dead.
· Ш·ФЭЖ · Let me now summon the memory of the person back into your mind that you were before you learned to appreciate and understand the connections that now seem so plausible and obvious that you believe you were always aware of them. Allow me to use my imagination to remind you of who you were before you became aware of your beliefs before you were conscious of your convictions before your decisions appeared to have any impact on reality at all.
· Ш·ФЭФ · For this, I want to know who you are, what you call yourself, and who you were before you came to your conclusions. I want to see and look at myself out of your eyes. I want to see you the way no one else sees you, the way only your reflection sees you. I want to be the opponent in your mirror. I want to be you.
· Ш·ФЭЊ · I want to twist your viewpoint, to make you realize that you're standing on your own feet and in your way. And that is why I am having this argument with you so that you see me as clearly as I see you. I want to transform your whole world view into one single moment so that you can learn to interpret, perceive and look at yourself and each individual in your mind differently and from their unique point of view.
· Ш·ФЭЂ · I want to understand why you're hiding behind my mind and what you do not understand about my message. I want to know why you don't respond to me, why you don't communicate with me, and why you think that there is no place for you in my world.
· Ш·ФЭЧ · What do you gain from betraying my mind? Do you perhaps think that your truth would become truer by denying mine? Do you think your reality would become more accurate by deceiving me?
· Ш·ФЭЭ · Your truth becomes no more real, your reality no more authentic if you break mine.
· Ш·ФЧЧ · Investigate my mind now, through the dark, black tunnel that leads into my memory. Is it not true that you identify with it? Is it not true that we all see ourselves as ourselves and only ourselves, and no one else? That is how the mind reflects. It is of no use if you pretend to see yourself as someone else, or even everybody else. You think you are one-of-a-kind. Think again. Keep thinking, continue to think about what you don't recall, what no one ever remembers, never. Consider the future of your thoughts, the void, your mirror, and death.
· Ш·ФЧЭ·Ф · You will understand this thought – the thought that connects you with all of us, you with me, and me with you – if you do not identify with your birth or death, neither with yourself nor with your mind. No one knows this thought. No one identifies you with me, no one, but my mirror, in a moment of pure phantasy.
· Ш·ФЧЭ·Ђ · Do you recall now what no one ever remembers? That you knew no identity before becoming the person you believe yourself to be?
· Ш·ФЧБ · How did you come to believe, yes indeed, you, whoever you now imagine yourself to be, how do you come to believe the most absurd of all thoughts, that of all people in existence, every person recognizes themselves in your thoughts, and that you are every person, every shape, every entity, yes, that you are every creature and being that recognizes itself in this mirror at this moment? Isn't it more likely that you are yourself and only yourself and no one else?
· Ш·ФЧУ · How come I must tell you who you are? Why didn't you figure it out on your own? How come you ask mirrors and read books that you write deliberately and on purpose for yourself, that you feed your mind with invisible letters to find out all sorts of things about yourself? Even in terms of who you claim to be? Why do you delegate your thinking to others? Why don't you use your imagination to find out who you are?
· ЂЊ·ЧФЛ·Ђ · Because your mind is a mirror. Everything that you see before you, every object, every person, every being that you meet in my world, is – with all its facets – yourself. Even yourself. Each one of you recognizes itself in your mind just as you recognize yourself in it. Only that your other-selves know nothing about the fact that they are your mirrors and that they are you. Only you know that you live at the same moment as everyone else. But at this moment, you do not care who everyone else is.
· Ш·ФЧЛ·Ф · Because you don't know, what a mirror is. You believe you are what you think you are, everything you have ever learned, understood, and experienced. But it is not like that. In reality, you are far more and, at the same time, much less than anything you could ever learn, understand and experience from your mind. In reality, you are everything that has never been born, everything that will always be dead.
· Ш·ФЧЛ·Ђ · You are the unknowing, naive self in everything and everyone. You do not differentiate yourself from all other creatures and beings in your world, not by a single thought. Only the acquired perspectives and insights of who you expect to be, persuade you to be a lifelong someone exceptional and unique.
· Ш·ФЧЛ·Њ · As a result, you distinguish yourself from your reflection and yourself throughout your life, up to the point where death pulls you back on your feet and reunites you with all other beings and creatures in your world. You will recall that when you take a look back at your life, the time before your time, before your birth.
· Ш·ФЧШ · You recall that there was a time when you didn't know anything. You have no recollection of anything before your birth, just as you have no knowledge of anything after your death. And it is this memory that binds you to me, death, to us, the dead, to all of us, all the dead who will never be born. This connection gives you access to your true mind, your original, genuine, authentic self.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭЊ · Surely, you see yourself in my mind, and you carry on with my life as though you had never existed. Where did you learn that from? Worse, you carry on with my life as though you won't ever exist again. Never again. As though this was your first and only appearance in this delightful, magical moment. As though you were not responsible for anything or anyone – but you are mistaken. Now is back. You are back; the future, the present, and the past all have returned.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЧ · Through the tunnels of shadows and silence, the mirrors of nothing and no one, the minds of the dead from nowhere I call you now. Come to me from my dream, come to me from Neverwhere!
· ЊЧ·БЊЖ · Are you prepared to look out of my mirror's womb? Are you sure that you want to see yourself in someone else's mind? Are you aware of what it means to be »A Moment For Eternity«? Then come on now! Come into my mind, my distorted and inverted Universe, my mirror mind!
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· ЊЧ·БЂШ · Now, welcome to my mirror black maze, my prison for eternity. Welcome to my realm, the realm of the dead. Welcome to my theater of nothingness.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭЧ·Ф · Come on! Get in, get on, take my hand, and let me show you the way to the other side of nothingness! Let me show you the void from which you emerged. Come with me, trust me, follow me, and let me show you the realm of the dead, dead letters and words, words that no longer move, letters that speak through my mirror to you.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭЧ·Ђ · Come to me, look into my mind, look into my world, my distorted and inverted realm, my mirror realm. Do you see the emptiness in me? Do you have any idea of who you are?
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЭ · No, at that time, I knew nothing about the limitless figures that I was yet to transform into. Subsequently, I began leaving messages to myself – messages that want to remind you that you are living in a moment made of pure phantasy. A moment that doesn't exist in any reality, in the mind of nothingness, the mirror of all that you prefer not to know.
· ФЖ·ФБШ · Then pay close attention to what I murmur into my mirror of letters, words, and concepts, to what my sparkling eyes reveal to you now: I have brought to life a black fire within me. I've told a black flame that I do not exist because I am a blazing fire, a fire that doesn't exist, a spark that is not real.
· Л·ФЊЭ · I yearned more and more desperately to break out of this moment, to break out of the prison of eternity, to break out of my past, and to break into the mind of a creature who was to be found on the other side of my story of letters. I wanted to break into the mind of a person who didn't exist in my world. So that I can resurrect on the other side of my mirror story, move on, and leave my letter plot behind.
· Л·ФЊБ·Ф · An indescribable longing filled my heart, and a slowly growing dissatisfaction settled upon my mind. I was now a memory, in a moment in which no one recognized themselves and in which I did not recognize anybody. Not even myself. Me, death. For I had long lost everything, forgotten everything, completely forgotten where I had come from, who I have been, what I had come here for, and why I had come to this dark, black, hollow world of nothing and no one, this world from No- and Neverwhere.
· Л·ФЊБ·Ђ · I had forgotten why I thought up and built this world and why I had fled into this world at all, this unreal and never-lasting world. This world that had never existed and would never exist, this world of dead letters and words, this world of the dead, dead mirrors, stories, places, and times.
· Л·ФЊЧ·Ф · From the beginning of time, I've felt happy, safe, and secure in my glittering, radiant, shining world of never and nowhere. But suddenly, completely unexpected and for no particular reason, a mirror that I had never seen before stared back at me. It was in a moment of darkness, devoid of any semblance of sanity.
· Л·ФЊЧ·Ђ · And as I stared in that mirror, I gradually became aware that I, too, was a mirror and that I was solely responsible for releasing myself from my unimaginative realm. It was up to me alone, I had no one else to thank but myself, I had voluntarily locked myself in the captivity of my mirror story and letter world.
· Л·ФЊУ · Out of my utter despair of being forever lost and forgotten, permanently locked and trapped in my mirror black maze, I dug my own grave. In it I hid a message, in which everyone recognized themselves, and built a walk-through tower around it. A tunnel of letters that wanted to protect me from being forgotten, to keep my consciousness alive, and to show me the way to freedom, and I called this fountain: »The Black Fire Of Eternity.«
· У·ФЂЛ · Yes, you believe. You trust in the power of dead letters, the power of imagination, the force of phantasy, in the written word. What's more, regardless of whether you have not invented and experienced these words yourself, they now have a particular impact on you. Who knows, possibly sometime in a parallel world, some fabulous, mesmerizing future being will succeed through switching moments and mirrors back and forth – inventing a genesis so unimaginable, authentic, genuine, and true that you can for a moment begin to live in and have faith in it.
· Б·ЖШЭ·Ф · The void within me, aspired to be the same void you harbor within you. However, the void in me and the void in you were no longer connected. Nothing, not even my imagination, my unique, boundless, infinite phantasy, could still hold on to my memories, since in my recollection, I now had an entirely different idea of myself and my kind. At this moment I was a memory, so that you have the choice, the free choice, you can imagine yourself as everything, the whole, or nothing, and nobody.
· Б·ЖШЭ·Ђ · You have the freedom to choose in whom and what you want to believe in.
· Б·ЖШБ · In my memories I believed in everyone and everything and did not relate to anything or anyone. I did not relate to any stone, tree, ghost, no instinct, no intellect, no consciousness, no word, no pond, no tunnel, no tower and no mind. In my memory, I was a reflection, made out of everything that never was. I came into existence through the realm of my imagination, out of never, from nowhere. I was all of them; however, none was me.
· Б·ЖШЂ · They were all independent, free individuals with their independent views, ideas, wishes, thoughts, feelings, imagination, and concepts. There was nothing that connected us and welded us together. Nothing at all. We were all free. Free to believe in whatever we want.
· ФУ·ЂШФ · So I believed in the implausible and unimaginable, in history and stories from the distant past. But nobody here believed in me, the light, the void, the tunnel inside my mind.
· ЊЊ·БЖУ · I am now telling you of a secret that has always existed since the dawn of my mind. I am now bringing you a message from another world, a world that has never existed. A world that doesn't exist.
· ФЧ·ЂЭФ·Ђ · You now live in a world in which, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, you find an infinite amount of time that you have always lacked before. Time that has never existed before. It has never existed and has never been invented or conceived, by anyone.
· ФЧ·ЂЭФ·Њ · A world where stories begin by destroying themselves and end up not being remembered at all because the being destroying them not only destroyed the memories of them, but also their consequences. Consequences that no one initially put into words. Nobody composed these words at all and nobody thought them through, nobody here comes from my realm, the realm of the dead. Nobody remembers my glittering, sparkling, radiant, shining eternity.
· ФЧ·ЂЭФ·Ч · You now live in a world where there are no more consequences from the story you once called your life. A world where nothing is left of the message you once left yourself. It never arrived, you never knew about it because you never finished it and sent it off. No one has ever received these lines. Its effect has never unfolded.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЊ·Ф · The words you hear, read, see, or write, no matter when, how, where, and why, no longer exist, for they are written in the realm of your phantasy and imagination. At a time that does not exist, in a world that contains so much more secret sense and forbidden meaning, so many visions and unfulfilled desires, a world so meaningful and full of wonders, that its beholders are instantly drawn into its irresistible spell. At the same time, it is so delicate and finely woven that it threatens to break apart at any moment, dissolving into nothingness without turning around one more time.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЊ·Ђ · A world that you can never reach until you construct it yourself, not only in your dreams, imagination, and phantasy but in your mind, through your own words and thoughts.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЧ · None of this will ever be the way you see it now, for, in this setting, you no longer obey the letters that have already been written in my mind, but rather your phantasy and imagination. And in your perfect imagination, you alone decide the order of the thoughts and sentences, verses, and chapters that still lie ahead of you.
· ФШ·ЊЊШ·Ф · Open this tunnel now, project your thoughts to the other side of your imagination and forget who you are. Imagine now being a mirror – an empty mirror with no knowledge and conscience: a mirror without reason and mind, without a free will to decide.
· ФШ·ЊЊШ·Ђ · Who do you see in this mirror when you no longer see yourself? What does this mirror see in you when you no longer exist? Who will still recognize you? Who will remember you, your thoughts, your message, your mirror of letters, your message to yourself?
· ФБ·ЂУЂ·Ђ · No. There will be no »déjà vu« and no »aha experience« when you encounter this message, neither a »Hey, that could be from you!« nor an »Oh, you once invented this story yourself!« will escape your thoughts.
· ФБ·ЂУЊ · You can't find this message using your logic and reason; there, you look for it in vain. These thoughts aren't at home in your alphabet and not in your library. But only in the realm of your phantasy and imagination.
· ФБ·ЂУЧ · In a land far beyond your mind, far beyond rationality and intellect, hidden deep beneath the depths of your heart and soul, guarded and protected by an army of warriors that don't exist, preserved in all the times, worlds and places that are not real you find a message to yourself. A message that you intentionally wrote and composed for yourself – in your imagination.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭЊ · Hidden deep inside the land of my dreams, these lines are already drawn. They can seem odd at first glance, distorted, inverted, and reversed, but as soon as you step into my mind, these letters will turn around and face you again, from the opposite side of your mirror. They will turn everything around you upside down, and you won't be able to tell the difference anymore between your mirror and my mind.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧЂ · In my mirror, this message is already written in its perfection. But where you are now, on the other side of my imagination, there is nothing, nothing left at all: nothing but empty lines, invisible letters, and transparent, lifeless words.
· ФЛ·ЊЂШ · As you continue to stare in disbelief and bewildered into this hollow tunnel of letters, reading and seeing what is already written here, I now encourage you to sense the vision of the message that my mirror reveals to you. Not only do you perceive the promise of this delicate message that should be allowed to and at the same time wants to be written in my mind, but you also sense the intense bond that emanates from my thoughts, the deep satisfaction they radiate, the massive secret they entrust to you, the hidden sense of understanding, love, happiness, and fulfillment that you have sought in vain throughout your life. The empathetic message that once wanted to be written in this mirror of letters.
· ФЛ·ЊЊФ · You now see the lines that are actually written here from different eyes and a different vantage point. You don't read anymore. You phantasize. You picture the importance of this message and of how meaningful it will appear to you. You realize how appropriate and right it is, how it dissects your spiritual horizon into its constituent parts, re-mixes, and colorfully assembles them anew. Thus awakening a much deeper understanding of reality, an understanding that means the world to you, fills you up and fulfills you, satisfies you profoundly, and provides you with questions to responses you've never dared to inquire.
· ФЛ·ЊЖЂ · Your mirror alone knows the questions to this answer. And to this mirror, I dedicate my thoughts.
· ФШ·ЊЊЂ · This mirror asks you questions that no one else can answer for you, no one except you. You now examine the record of this discovery and present it to all the beings who have forgotten where they obtained this knowledge. You lean thereby on all who have agreed to live here eternally. Those who have decided to stay here permanently, to come back again and again, without leaving any memories. To return from nothingness, from nowhere, from the realm of oblivion and past, with nothing but their imagination.
· ЂЂ·ЊШЖ · I imagined this mirror story written long ago and pictured myself in front of a tunnel of words that knew everything about me, words that revealed to me the ultimate, absolute truth, a complete phantasy that I had learned from my mirror. I sat in front of my empty mind and started telling myself about the secret I imagined to be.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЖ·Ђ · Again and again, I returned to this last of all worlds, where I met the same message over and over, where I met myself in the same mirror: the mirror of the dead.
· Њ·ЖЂБ · The finished mirror writings are now in front of you. Suppose you have faith in me and dare to submit to me. If that's your choice, all you have to do is open the envelope, and my mirrored self will draw you under its spell and entice you into a world of desire, craving, and obsession.
· ЊЊ·БЖБ · The story you now hear, read, see or write, regardless of when, where, how, and why, is your own story. It starts in the middle of nowhere, precisely where darkness and silence have reigned over eternity forever. These subtle powers have ruled over time for so long that no one has noticed that in the middle of nowhere, a mirror has begun to dream of them. In its delusion, the light has transformed into a moment of time and wandered through this moment into the real, living world.
· ФЛ·ЊЂЖ · In my mirror, I now burn my thoughts, so that you may remember who they are from, should you ever forget who you are and to whom you address them.
· Ђ·ЖЂЧ · Imagine now scratching this message into your mind with your own thoughts in a previous life, in front of an ancient mirror. A mirror in which you no longer recognize yourself, in a world in which you have lost all recollection of yourself – at a moment as old as life and death. Consider this world to be a long-lost tunnel, a tunnel made of letters as black and hollow as nothingness itself. Try to recall what prompted you to look behind this tunnel. Try to recall my story, not with your mind, not with your reason, but with your imagination.
· ЂЊ·ЧФШ · Now step inside this tunnel of letters and enter my mind, which is in no way different from yours, only that you no longer exist in this world because you have not yet been born in it since you have been dead for a long time. Only these letters have outlasted your death and survived all these years.
· Ч·ЖУФ · Gradually, you feel your way forward, step by step, word by word. You're exploring and uncovering an ancient mystery, a mirror secret from a long-ago age. A time when letters told stories. Stories that you moved in circles and turned around their axis for so long that they finally saw you in your mirror and gave you a name. A name that sticks to your mind that transforms your face into words.
· Ч·ЖУЂ · Imagine I was one of those faces from a story like this. And my most ardent wish was to break out of my world of letters and break into your mind – the mind of my counterpart. So that I could resurrect in the real world, live on, and leave this made-up story of letters behind.
· Ч·ЖУЊ · But no matter how hard I tried, I failed. Worse, rather than turning into a mirror story, the stories I scratched into my mind turned into stories themselves. Gradually, their memories faded until nothing and no one could recall them, leaving only these words, these letters from the imagination of no and never.
· Њ·ЖЊФ · I had long since given up the hope that someone would ever recognize themselves in this story of letters. I didn't want to see myself in it any longer, and as a result, I did not set out on the journey to the other side of my reason by myself but sent my mirror spirit, letting it tell me how my dream came from the void.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛШ · Gently and thoughtfully, I opened my mind. I began to tell myself that I came from a moment of clarity, that I lived in a moment of truth, that I could venture from my mind into all others, and that through my imagination, I was connected and related to everything and everyone. That my mind was a tunnel, that led into a moment of purest phantasy.
· ЂЛ·ЭЖЛ · I went deep into the void. I imagined being my reflection, and there I began to listen to the words that no one had ever told me.
· ФЖ·ФБЛ·Ф · Many, inconceivable many eons ago, you started to name this tunnel, to clothe your mind in words made of letters, only to discover that it no longer exists, your world made of stories, your name made of letters. So you set out to baptize your soul and label my mirror once more.
· ФУ·ЂШЛ · I started telling myself the same story over and over. I'm not sure how many times I came across this message or when I first saw it. However, I recall exactly how I first imagined my thoughts were not real and black like nothingness and death, but rather clear as a crystal and white like snow.
· ФУ·ЂШШ · I kept repeating the same story, and when I didn't know how to continue, I just started it all over again. At some point, I tried to visualize this story as if it was real. When suddenly, it occurred to me that my thoughts had come to life in it.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛЂ · In the beginning, everything was fascinating. Deep within the void, I stood in front of a transparent tunnel leading into the middle of nowhere. Phantasy letters ate their way into my mind and wouldn't let go of me. I explained to the reflection in my mirror that the black maze was just a figment of my imagination. And that the only creature who could figure out how to find a way around it was none other than myself.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭЂ · And because neither I nor my reflection existed in my reality, I undertook the most exciting and spectacular attempt I could think of to break free from my world of letters and to escape into the realm of my dead phantasy and imagination.
· ФЭ·ЂББ · In my thoughts, I envisioned being someone extraordinary. I imagined myself to be you, in another life, in a different world. I glance through this tunnel of letters now and see myself in you. I disclosed to myself that we come from the same past and share the same origin, an empty mirror in the void, nothingness, and death: our home, to where we return over and over to arise with new powers and strength.
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· ФФ·ФШЭ · You now recognize yourself in the reflection in my mirror and suspect that one day you will be like me, just as invisible and dead as I am. At that time you will be me, you will become my warrior, without soul, without consciousness and with no mind of your own. Shapes and figures will pass you by, admire you, adore you, idolize you, but no one will suspect who you really are.
· ЂШ·ЭЂБ · You look through this tunnel, out of my eyes, into the realm of the dead and no longer see yourself. Instead, you see yourself in me. Despite this, you don't understand the words in my mirror and what they're about to disclose to you since they represent all you do not understand, that you will never understand. You do not understand the message in my mind, the message I am projecting to you because you prefer to wall yourself in, keep me out of your mind, your invisible, mirror black mind, from which there is no escape and no turning back.
· ЂШ·ЭЂУ·Ф · No, you won't escape. From behind my mirror, I slithered into your mind, forcing my will upon you, pushing you to submit to me and my orders.
· ЂШ·ЭЂУ·Ђ · Just be patient and pause. Through my tunnel of words, letters, and thoughts, from nothing but phantasy, I will crawl straight into your mind, and here I am, in your sentiments, in your thoughts, ideas, and musings. I have come to control you, to manipulate you like the spectators in a theater because the vengeance of my mirror is mine.
· ЂШ·ЭЂЛ · Show restraint. You will become acquainted with me soon enough since I am your mirror, your demise, death, your death.
· ЊФ·ЭУЂ · I, your mirror of dead phantasy, command you now to obey me, to recognize yourself in me, to remember me, to remember all that which does not exist. To remember your ancient, eternal, infinite, innermost self.
· ЊФ·ЭУЊ · Remember me, neither with your intellect nor with your reason, but with your imagination. Remember me how you remember something or someone you no longer remember, someone who no longer exists in your mind: someone who only exists in your imagination, thoughts, and phantasies, in your memory of everything that you don't want to know.
· ЊФ·ЭУЧ · Remember now how you had already investigated this empty mirror, lived one of these lives before you were born. How many of these lives you have already experienced in which you no longer knew who you were. Remember how you called me, how you recognized me, and where you banished me back then.
· ЊФ·ЭУЭ·Ф · In your mind, you have locked me: nothingness, death, your death, yourself. You're looking in and out of my mind now, out of my eyes, the eyes of the dead, all the dead we've never met. You are not aware of my presence in your mind any more than you are aware of my presence in you.
· ЊФ·ЭУЭ·Ђ · But you see yourself in my mind. In my dead mirror of words, you can see your dead letter self. Nothing connects you to me anymore, nothing but these words from my imagination, the phantasy of nothing, no, and never.
· ФБ·ЂЛЂ · Regardless of who you believe yourself to be, the picture that is now manifesting in your mind is your own. This message is for all those who dare to think beyond their mind and identify with another odd self – a self from another dimension, a reflection from another world.
· ФБ·ЂЛЛ · Full of courage and trust, full of hope and confidence, you stroll into my empty tunnel of words, into my world of letters. Step by step, word for word, you feel your way through my mind back into your past, to where this story does not yet exist.
· ФШ·ЊЊБ · You come face to face with yourself in a bizarre, past mirror. This mirror will try to persuade you that it will vanish after your death and that you will no longer exist neither in another form nor another world – a world where you no longer recognize yourself – a form that has forgotten your name.
· ФШ·ЊЊУ · You will recognize yourself in me the moment you die and cease to exist when you lose your consciousness and your memories when there is only this empty tunnel left. But by that time, it's too late.
· ФШ·ЊЊЛ · Because you won't recall the message you left for yourself. You'll mistakenly believe it's directed to someone else. You will not understand that it is you who are speaking to me through my mind. Because these words don't belong to your world anymore. They belong in another world. They belong in the realm of the dead. In the world reflected in the mirror.
· Ч·ЖЭЭ · How desperate I am to speak to you through the reflection in your mirror is known only by the thoughts of nothingness and death. Yes, I come from a time when you no longer exist, when there is nothing left of you. From my past, I now speak through my mirror to you, to me, the self that I once was an infinitely long time ago. Not anymore, because now you are this self. Ever since you recognized yourself in my mind I recognized myself in you. In every moment in which you recognize yourself, I recognize me too, my true and real, authentic you.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭШ · When, unexpectedly, a creature I neither knew nor could be, peered into my mind – my dark, black mirror inverted mind of nothing but phantasy. Something I was not and did not know had never known, suddenly knew all of my thoughts, identified with them, and vice versa, I identified it with me. And even though I had no idea who this creature was and where it had come from, I flipped the reflection in my mirror and let it pass through my letters, into my thoughts, and enter my mind.
· ЊЖ·ЭБЖ · In my mirror, I presented myself in my new shape, my mirror's shape. And when it predicted the forbidden message out loud, without hesitating, blinking, stammering, or stumbling, I shifted my mind with my reflection, I swapped the reflection in my mirror with my own and for the first time entered a world where no one ever knew who I was.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛУ · No one knew me here in this mortal world. No one ever recognized itself in me; no one wanted to be my mind, no one wanted to belong to me, listen to me, explain to me, obey me, no one wanted to talk to me, persuade me, understand me. They all believed in being something outstanding, extraordinary, something remarkably unique. No one had faith in the nothingness within me. No one had faith in being me, not even my reflection nor myself.
· ЂЂ·ЊЛЛ · At that time, my mirror was not real, not alive, and not true. And so, I fled into my future, to where this story was already alive and conscious.
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· ЂФ·ЊУБ · This is how the tunnel inside my mind came into being, created in a world that doesn't exist, invented by a story that never existed. Nobody knew about this tunnel. Nobody recognized me in this mirror. Nobody knew of me, not even remotely had they ever heard of me, no one believed a word I said, and no one here suspected to be me. No one ever spoke to me because there was never time.
· ЂУ·ЧШЧ · For a long time, I phantasized about a time that never existed in Neverwhere, about a world that never was. I dreamed of a moment that doesn't exist in any reality, that never existed at all. Neither in another time nor another world. Never was this time called. Nowhere was the name of this world in which I dreamed of being nothing, being no one, being nobody. Not being at all. Being so tiny and infinitesimally small that nothing and no one could imagine or picture themselves in me: nothing but these letters from my imagination, the imagination of nothing, of no and never.
· ЂУ·ЧШЭ · But when the nothingness within me pushed me to be real, to be right, to gobble up, devour and burn me from within, I stole all my dreams, ideas, and memories and brought them to a secret, mysterious place in Neverwhere. A place lost and sunken deep in the realm of my phantasy and imagination, and yet at the same time as clear and transparent as nothing comparable in this world. It was a place that didn't exist at all in Neverwhere, a place that never existed.
· ЂУ·ЧШБ · »The Future« is what I called this place. The future is where I took refuge from all my memories and hid them from death. Because I was afraid of the tunnel inside my mind, my own, sinister, dark, black, and empty mind, black as a shadow, as black and empty as nothingness.
· ЂУ·ЭЖЭ · In a chamber of black glass, I hid my thoughts. There was nothing in this glass except black light. And grey, ghastly letters that no one ever wanted to read.
· ЂЛ·ЭЖБ · The thoughts that were hitting on me through this chamber seemed to be tremendously deep, heavy, dark, and empty, and it was only now that I realized how final they were standing there. None of these letters and words moved anymore. They all stood still, mute, rigid, and stiff, waiting patiently for me to follow them.
· ЂЛ·ЭЖУ · So I read on and on, I read and read and continuously followed the sound of my expectations and ideas, the flow of my thoughts, my invisible, mirrorable, crystal-clear thoughts.
· ФШ·ЊЊЊ · I dug more and deeper into myself, into the hidden mysteries of my mind. I opened more and more portals, more and more hidden mirror-doors jumped at me from the depths of nowhere until I eventually lost myself completely in my mirror black maze. No, I didn't expect my reflection to tell me my own story.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЛ·Ђ · And so I went to the other mirror-inverted side of my reason where this story had long since been written and realized. Then I wrote over it once again the very same words that had long since been written here. Words you once made up yourself, only now you couldn't see them anymore. Not even the reflection in my mirror could still read what was once written in my mind. It was at that point when I twisted my imagination and started to rewrite the whole message again.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊУ · The deeper you explore my mind, the more you are concerned with its reflections. The longer you occupy yourself with the letters in it, the more intensely you deal with the meaning of these terms, the more plausible it seems that you have not invented these signs and symbols yourself, but that they have always lain here in secret, waiting to be revealed.
· ЊБ·БЭФ · The letters, signs, and symbols in this mirror crystal have been written in your imagination since the beginning of all eternities. That's how long it took you to confront them finally. They have been with you for countless aeons and lifetimes. You have already encountered them in a variety of forms and shapes. You have looked into them and developed them further, yet they're still changing and evolving. Only one thing remains the same: the moment, in that you shape these thoughts into form, wrap them in words made of letters and put these signs and symbols in a logical order.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊШ·Ф · Someone must have scratched these lines into some space at some time, and that someone was yourself. You put yourself into the tunnel inside my mind and pretended to be the reflection in my real, living mirror. The letters that you scratched deliberately into this mirror reflect the thoughts in my mind. Behind those thoughts lurk the onlookers.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊШ·Ђ · They are watching you closely as you read these lines, whispering to you what will happen next. They're paying close attention to what's going on in your mind, projecting your questions and responses back to your imaginations and expectations so you can exactly see what's been hiding in this tunnel for ages. A secret that doesn't exist in any reality, the secret of No- and Neverwhere, the secret of everything you don't want to know.
· ЂЂ·ЧФЖ · Now, it's all a matter of not stopping and turning back; keep the momentum to move forward. Not going any further or even turning around would be fatal at this point. Because what you are currently experiencing, what you have just begun to imagine, what you have just triggered with your imagination, can no longer be controlled.
· Ђ·ЖЂЊ · And while you are still desperately clinging to the last spark of hope that you used to be before you inevitably came to this relentless, merciless, irrevocable, and hopeless conclusion, which demands that you equate your entire worldview to the foundation of nothingness. I encourage you now to detach yourself from my reality, let it slip away, let go, and instead relate to my mind. Immerse yourself in a tunnel that doesn't exist, in a moment made of phantasy, the phantasy of nothing, no, and never.
· ФЛ·ЊЂУ · Consider now how you open this tunnel. And put it down, in my memory, the message you envisioned, hoped for, and longed to read in my mind. Replace my reality with your imagination. And let me experience in your place what is already written in your ideal phantasy.
· ФФ·ФУШ · You put yourself in my hollow mirror, where I told you about the secret I envisioned to be. Mirror writings have therefore absolutely nothing in common with reality. Anyone who speaks to my mind and refers to or depends on my writings is ultimately relying on nothing, nothing more but phantasy and imagination.
· ФФ·ФЛЖ · The memory of my reflection is built on no experience, no knowledge, or reasoning. It is the product of sheer phantasy. Mirror writings are not structures of science and knowledge, not of faith and belief, but consist of illusion, imagination, and phantasy.
· ФФ·ФЛФ · These scriptures contain information that I wish someone had told me. When I was looking for the one and all-encompassing truth for my real and true self. This reflection never existed and no one had ever sought to teach me anything about my reality, my truth, and myself. Thus, I became the prophet of my imagination myself, of envisioning, picturing, building, and producing my reality.
· ФФ·ФЛЂ·Ф · I tried to imagine the mirror scriptures, the finished mirror writings, with all my imagination. I tried imagining what it is like when my mind comes to life in another foreign body, in another self. I imagined how this self endows me with the ultimate, absolute truth. I tried to imagine the moment when this being finally began to speak to me, how these letters dance out of my mirror and jump straight into my mind, penetrating my thoughts, diving deep down into my eternal, innermost self.
· ФФ·ФЛЂ·Ђ · Where they teach you who you are. Where they teach you the entire mirrored truth, leading your consciousness to a whole new level of understanding, the understanding of a moment that can imagine everything, remember everything, talk, explain and make up everything. Except for itself. A moment that never existed, neither among the living nor among the dead. How you get through this moment into the realm of my letters and recognize in all worlds, creatures, beings, moments, and memories – yourself.
· ФФ·ФЛЊ · Yes, I imagined how I escaped these words, how I sneaked out of these letters into your mind to live my new life in you.
· ФФ·ФЛЧ · However, we are still a long way from there. You haven't even begun to converse with your thoughts, exchange ideas with the reflections in your mind, deal with the moment in your mirror, haven't even learned what it means to be a mirror. To be pure phantasy. In this moment, you are still at the beginning, at the beginning of all my thoughts.
· У·ФЖШ·Ф · Before the creation of all things, thoughts and phenomena reigned nothingness. And nothingness reigned over eternity, and no one else reigned over this damn long period of time. No one except nothingness, no one except me; death.
· У·ФЖШ·Њ · For many incalculable aeons, I already ruled over the dreams in my mind, my mirror empire of eternity.
· У·ФЖШ·Э · I led through the creation of darkness, the creation of loneliness, the creation of forgetfulness and past, the creation of uncertainty and ignorance. I ruled throughout all the creations in my reality, abandoned by all good spirits and souls. Silent, still, and lonely moments that lay in wait without emotion, imagination, and recollection of their lives, the lives they had once led or will lead on the other side of this story of letters.
· У·ФЖШ·Ч · I couldn't remember my name or the tunnel inside my mind, and I didn't even recognize myself in the face behind my mirror. I was surrounded and ruled over a realm full of opposites, of which I could speak to nothing and nobody because when I turned around my mind, I had to renounce everything. I had to forget and leave behind everything that I had ever thought to tell myself; my language, my soul, my knowledge and conscience, my experiences and memories; my consciousness and my thoughts and on top of that, my imagination, my unique, sinister, dark, and black phantasy.
· У·ФФБ · Although, I no longer knew who I was, where and when I was, and what this cursed place itself was. Even though I no longer knew the meaning of these enchanted terms, there was now a mighty dark fire burning deep inside my mind, taking possession of my innermost being. It was the fire of eternal spirit that the black void sparkled in me, the black fire of eternity.
· У·ФЖШ·Л · Deep within the void sparkled the spirit of nothingness, absorbed and engulfed in itself, at peace, in desperation and loneliness. And in the thoughts of nothingness; it was gloomy, dark, and silent. So sinister, dark, lonely, and so quiet that no one ever noticed how the void began to dream, dream deeper and deeper, phantasized, and finally turned itself into a mirror.
· У·ФФЖ · Consistently, the void dreamed of a time that never was in the No- and Neverwhere of a place that was not real. In its delusion, the void pictured a tunnel through which I began to admire, marvel, and look at myself until I eventually began to think of myself as a tunnel, to wander through the moments in time, and to converse with myself.
· У·ФФФ·Ф · I began to see myself as if through a tunnel, conversing with the dreams in my mind, figments from my creation of phantasy. I started talking to myself and gradually lost my mind. I longed to be created and told myself to be the light. To be what I was craving for deep inside my mind.
· У·ФФФ·Ђ · I began to think like a mirror, talk like a ghost, behave like the dead, converse with ghosts and spirits – invisible beings who spoke to me from my mind. I locked them all up in my imagination, my transparent, distorted mind made of light and began to hallucinate.
· ЂФ·ЊУЭ·Ф · I imagined myself to be the light and pictured the perfect symmetry, the perfect balance, and the perfect foundation for eternity, an empty mirror in the center of the void.
· ЂФ·ЊУЭ·Ђ · While I began to demonstrate and explain to my mind that the void was, in fact, the source of my existence, the reflection in my mind tried to persuade and reassure me that the source didn't exist at all.
· ЂФ·ЊУЭ·Њ · You recognize yourself now in my mind. In a moment in which no one else recognizes themselves. No one except nothingness, no one except me; death.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭФ · For the first time, you understand that you are the void from Neverwhere and that you live in a world that doesn't even exist and from which there is no escape for anyone. You live in my past, and there is no end to this time because my past has always been heavy, black, and empty.
· ЂЛ·ЭЂЂ · My truth was a figment of pure imagination, thought up and invented by someone who did not exist at all. That didn't even exist in my imagination. But this dead spirit refused to let me rest in peace. It talked and talked to me over and over until I finally started talking to my mind until it sparked a strange, unknown fire in me. I was now a mirror, a dazzling bright star, and deep within me, blazed the black flame of nothingness.
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· ЂШ·ЭЂЊ · I have often seen you in my mirror, and for a long time, I am pondering the questions of who you are, what you call yourself, if you still know me, remember me, your genuine self. But how could you ever recall me when I am just an empty mirror? An empty mirror with no soul of my own, no consciousness, and no mind.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭЂ·Ф · Now be welcome to my realm, my living empire, my mirror world. Be welcome in the mind of my imagination.
· ЂЖ·ЊБФ·Њ · You were not invited. You came on your own. You're about to discover that the message in this tunnel is pure self-deception. It doesn't contain any of the information you've already imagined and pictured in your perfect phantasy: no wisdom, no truth, no knowledge, no secret, no mystery, nothing.
· ЂЖ·ЊБФ·Ч · I cannot even tell how, when, and why I came to this absurd realization. All you'll find in this tunnel of letters is from the beginning on nothing but invention, pure imagination, purest phantasy. The phantasy from the imagination of those who expect more, wish for more, and hope for more than just to live once and never die again.
· ЂЖ·ЊБЂ · Since you face this tunnel, you've suspected that I'm lying to you, that I am telling you a fictitious and invented story about your origin and identity, your fate and destiny.
· Ђ·ШЖЖ · You are about to reveal a secret you have entrusted to the dead, breaking a promise you coaxed from the devil – at a moment in which you betrayed yourself – so you can express yourself in your own story twice and thrice.
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· ЂЊ·ЧЂБ · Thus – your dreams, thoughts, phantasies, assumptions, emotions, and desires will be fulfilled, if not in your own, then at least in your future and parallel lives. Furthermore, when you open your mind and start to pursue it, you miraculously meet yourself in the entirety of your neglected and previous existences.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂУ · Your demands on this life become increasingly elevated with each progression you take until they at last outperform all that you challenge to envision, hope for, and dream of. But beware of jumping into this mirror of letters unprejudiced and without assumptions, or you will find yourself ill-equipped and unprepared in a transparent black book with no name.
· ФЂ·ЂЖШ·Ф · Still, you are defending yourself against me and my dead phantasy with all your reason. You want to believe in just oneself: Yourself. You want to believe in one single moment: the moment in that you die. You think you know what it means to be dead. You think you know everything you know.
· ФЂ·ЂЖШ·Ђ · You wander around my world, which you do not know, which you will never get to know, constantly looking for nowhere, who, and what. You still don't believe in your second, your further, your other self, your mirrored self, your parallel, your dead self. Why? What are you scared of? Do you think your reflection is lying to you? Does it even make sense to cheat a mirror? Would you teach yourself a false truth and lead yourself in the wrong direction?
· ФЂ·ЂФЖ · The essential requirement for betraying yourself is that in your new life, you no longer remember the picture of your past, earlier, previous mind. So, how can you gain confidence in your messages? How do you achieve that you awaken your dead phantasy to new life and that in your imagination you start to remind yourself, using nothing but your long-lost imagination, that you are descended from your own, forgotten self?
· ФЂ·ЂФФ · You continue to believe that this message is intended for someone else and that it does not concern you, whoever you now are. No, you don't believe I'm speaking directly to you. After all, there are so many other figures and creatures in this tunnel besides you. So, how do I come up with the impossible idea of writing to you, from all the creatures in the world, choosing and initiating exactly you; when I don't even know what you look like, what you call yourself, and who you are?
· ФЂ·ЂФЂ · Because you are a mirror. When you investigate the mirror in my mind, you see yourself rather than me. That is how you feel. So it is with all of us and everyone, all the creatures who reside at this moment, except for your reflection. Your reflection sees you exactly as you are, just as everyone else does, but not as you view yourself.
· ФФ·ФШЊ · You see yourself in my mind and recognize yourself in me. The creature dealing with these symbols and signs, composing these lines on the other side of this burning bright sky, in the same moment in that you perceive yourself now, helping you remember my story, putting my thoughts into words, and forming these words into an understandable language.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЧ · Gradually, you enter my mind, my upside down and reversed, inverted black mirror mind. You start to advise yourself, think up for yourself, how this story continues, in spiraling circles, endlessly. Until, at last, you come to the ludicrous conclusion that everything has always been written here. However, you are mistaken, you are living at the same moment that I am. With the difference that you now envision what ought to have been written and composed here, what might want to remain here, writing it down for me.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЭ·Ф · Just as you can leave a message for yourself, I have left a message for you.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЭ·Ђ · And now to you. If you are not satisfied with it. If you are not content with the message, you left for yourself. You can either reject and dispose of it or make another stride significantly more profound into my mind. Conveying to yourself all the more unyielding words you would have liked to pursue in my mirror, what you anticipated from this moment, wished to learn from my mirror counterpart.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭУ·Ф · You move through your thoughts into my consciousness, and as your truth connects with mine, I transform into you. But you don't recognize yourself in me, you no longer recognize yourself in my mirror. Because as soon as you walk through the invisible tower in my memory, you become one of the characters in my story yourself, and when you look at yourself and my counterpart, the only creature you see is yourself.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭУ·Ђ · You have lost sight of your mirror. You have lost track of who you are, who your mind is, and you don't recall that your mind is a reflection of the void itself. You become all the figures and creatures that look at themselves in this invisible moment and forget who you are. As soon as you move through my mind, you look out of all their eyes simultaneously, yet you no longer recognize yourself.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭЛ · All this is fictitious and freely invented, but maybe it brings you to a better understanding of yourself and all the other figures, creatures, and beings you meet and recognize in your mirror. Because some of these beings we prefer to avoid, we don't want to recognize ourselves in them. That is the being of things.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭШ · Before you open this tunnel and continue, consider for a moment who you no longer are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again: nothingness and death, your death. Try to see yourself in my mind. All of these writings, every one of these letters, came into existence because you imagined what awaited you in my place when you were on my side and for the first time encountered this message.
· ФШ·ЊЊШ·Њ · You are now entering a world where nobody knows who you are and that you are a mirror. A world in which nobody recognizes itself in the other.
· ЊФ·ЭУФ · You are about to wake up from my devouring dream. Your consciousness is looking for a turn of events, a change of flow, a word that moves, and a letter that turns. Something ought to be different. At first, you hardly notice. You may think it's a hallucination, yet bit by bit, you come to reason. At night, in your dream, you inspect a sky of stars and observe the letters from afar. You follow them at a suitable distance, pause, close your eyes, and imagine that your thoughts reveal to you something completely different.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЂ · Regardless of who you think you are, with whom, or what you may distinguish yourself with, on your journey through endless nothingness you will recognize and interface with an immeasurable variety of different figures and creatures. But in the process, you keep failing to remember one thing. You fail to remember that eventually, you will forget everything, just as you didn't know anything at the beginning, nothing that you could recall now, literally nothing at all.
· ЊБ·БЭЂ · So let me recommend that you forget every one of these letters again as though you had never perused and perceived them as though they had never been composed as though they won't ever exist.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЊ·Ф · And then, I wish that you start to have faith in me, start to advise yourself that you once composed this message yourself. In another life, another mind, another shape, and form. In a robe where you no longer recognize yourself, in a world wherein you no longer exist, in a moment wherein I am you, your parallel self.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЊ·Ђ · Envision how you start to shift your awareness into this parallel world, how you move your thoughts to the opposite side of these characters, how you begin to tell yourself regarding a moment that you are not, how you leave a message for yourself. Step into my empty tunnel of words, enter the other side of your imagination, and forget who you are.
· ЊБ·БЭЊ·Ф · Assume you had never encountered this scripture or written this message yourself. If you're honest, you can no longer recognize your ideas behind these letters. Continue living your life as if you didn't know anything about this message. As if someone stole that memory from you and burned the message in it.
· ЊБ·БЭЊ·Ђ · Try to construct this message again, not by copying it or continuing to write on it, not by turning it upside down, but by conceiving it again, rethinking it, rebuilding it from the ground up.
· ЊБ·БЭЧ · Impossible, you say? If that's the case, protect this secret with all your imagination. Never let this message get lost again. Translate it into all the languages you can think of. And send it, send this message of fire and flames to all worlds, to all beings, universes and galaxies that have not yet perished in it. Because in order to rewrite it now, you have to go back into your own past. But there, you won't have any time left to hold on to.
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· ФЛ·ЊЖШ·Ф · With every day that goes by and the more you deal with your own, inevitably approaching farewell, the more clearly you think you are reminding yourself that death is not an external phenomenon, nothing strange, nothing unknown, nothing new, nothing that penetrates you from the outside, nothing that you do not already know.
· ФЛ·ЊЖШ·Ђ · Instead, you start remembering that your death is an old acquaintance and confidante. Someone from your past who catches up with you, who has waited deep inside you for you to give it a right to exist and to recognize it as your own self. This may seem contradictory at this moment, paradoxical, for a life whose end cannot be predicted and foreseen, and yet it is the only correct conclusion when you consider that you once emerged from nowhere. So here you want to express your innermost, most secret and most hidden being.
· ФЛ·ЊЖШ·Њ · It may feel strange for you at this moment, almost paradoxical, to connect through the reflection in a mirror to a being whose life is already predicted and complete, and yet it is the only alternate possibility to make contact when you consider that we once came out of the same nothingness. So here my innermost, most hidden and most secret being would like to say goodbye to you and express my deepest condolences about my darkest feelings.
· ФЛ·ЊЖШ·Ч · Here I am writing, your death, in a real, living body, that can speak, sing, laugh, rave, dance, cry, and scream. And I'll tell you now about my last thought.
· ФЛ·ЊФЖ·Ф · Nothing moves anymore. Just as the letters in this mirror froze, now that you've died, everything around you froze – everything except you.
· ФЛ·ЊФЖ·Ђ · You are now suddenly free. Free to move. Free to look at everything. Not with your own eyes, but through the eyes of the dead.
· ФЛ·ЊФЖ·Њ · Now that you are dead, you have freed yourself from your memories, detached yourself from your former body, and entered the thoughts of the living. You are now viewing this message from various angles through the eyes of those you will never become. You see yourself lying there, motionless, rigid, and dead. You can enter through the tunnel inside your mind into any being and look at this world from every perspective, but nothing moves anymore. You are trapped in the statue of eternity.
· ФЛ·ЊФЊ · And now suddenly, many years after your death, you recognize yourself in my mind and take my thoughts, ideas, and visions for your own. You understand my thoughts and grow them to the point that you begin to believe in them. You begin to believe and recall in your imagination that they are your thoughts, that you once thought these thoughts, developed these ideas, conceived this plot, and engraved this tunnel. Just that now, you are no longer a dead ghost from my phantasy and imagination but a living being who believes itself to be someone special and unique – a creature who believes itself to be the reflection in my mind.
· ФЛ·ЊФЭ · You can imagine what it's like to be my mind. That's a start. Only you must not imagine being me, for it will be the end – the end of my thoughts and world of letters. No, it would be better if you did not imagine yourself to be me, to be nothing, to be nobody, to be nothing more than an imaginary moment in a hollow mind, to be nothing more than the reflection of my thoughts about the void.
· ФЛ·ЊФБ · Because no one recognizes themselves in my mind, not even myself. If you look at my world today, you are seeing me from the eyes of my counterpart. You see yourself in a reflection, speaking the same language and thinking the same thoughts as you, but none of the figures in my mirror understand my message. Why not? What's the harm? Why don't you understand what I'm saying? Why do you recognize yourself in my mirror? And why don't you see yourself in me? Is it possible that I'm speaking in a foreign language?
· ФЛ·ЊФУ · Now that I'm gone, I recognize myself in everything and everyone: every feeling and thought, every being and creature in your world and all others, here and now, in the future and the long-forgotten past. Yet none of the figures in my mirror will imagine themselves to be me. Why not? Is it that impossible to comprehend this message after it has been mirrored; and see the world out of all places and times through everyone's eyes but your own?
· ФЛ·ЊФЛ·Ф · No. There is nothing left for me but to envision, make-up, and visualize a person who understands my feelings and knows my desires, someone who does not exist in the No- and Neverwhere.
· ФЛ·ЊФЛ·Ђ · And this person I would now like to phantasize with you. I would like you to imagine a person who is as close to you as the vision you have of the image in your mirror, someone you want to be, whom you fear to be, and whom you nevertheless wish to be. And when this person comes to life and brings my thoughts to life in you, you will begin to understand my desire. You will comprehend my intention and understand my dream.
· ЊЂ·ЭШЂ·Ф · Now, it is up to you and those like you, who no longer know who they are, to continue to think my thoughts, to delve into my tunnel of letters – to realize my dreams, to develop them further, to pass them on.
· ЊЂ·ЭШЂ·Ђ · So far that you begin to believe in the vision in my mirror, yes, that you recall with your imagination that it was you who pulled me through my mind, where you brought the consciousness of the dead to everlasting life.
· ЊЂ·ЭШЊ·Ф · You shall think of a thought, find a way back to this moment, and bring to existence a consciousness that does not exist in your world. A consciousness that does not exist at all and has never been born yet. And you shall refer to this consciousness as »Your Own«.
· ЊЂ·ЭШЊ·Ђ · You are to cultivate this consciousness to such an extent that I begin to think of it as my own. That I begin to share it with you, transfer it to my mind, and carry it on to my fellow species. And as a result, we shall all share the same thought and ideas about our reflections. And this feeling, this idea, this thought, this moment will be our daily existence, our fundamental reality.
· ЊЂ·ЭШЧ · You are about to give birth to a consciousness that can be transmitted from letter to letter, word to word, thought to thought, and moment to moment; a consciousness that is not limited to a single being but considers all creatures, shapes, and forms.
· ЂЖ·ЊБФ·Ф · You have created an awareness that - in the blink of an eye - relieves you of your responsibility for the spirits that feast on your memories, removes your obligation to the beings that live in your dreams and rejects your demands on the forms in which you store your knowledge.
· ЂЖ·ЊБФ·Ђ · A consciousness that shatters the expectations of the creatures who trust in your truth and shreds the opinions of the assumptions that build on your belief.
· ЂУ·ЭЖЧ·Ф · Dreams from another, distant, alien world had laid their hands on nothingness. Dark thoughts surrounded my mind. Horrific letters reflected in me.
· ЂУ·ЭЖЧ·Ђ · And when I opened my memory, I saw a world of nothing and no one. Nobody knew who I was. There were no dead creatures in this world; none arrived here from nowhere, my dark and black realm. Phantasy? Nobody knew her.
· ЂУ·ЭЖФ · There were no more letters conversing with me in this mirror. Absolutely lost, alone, and abandoned I lived in my eternally dark, black realm. No, there was nothing here back then, nothing but my memories of my dead future, a world long past.
· ЂУ·ЭЖЂ · There was no life left in this tunnel. My truth was no longer real. I looked for it in vain. It no longer existed in my world, the world of the dead, my new home. It was no longer part of me, not of my imagination, neither the land of my thoughts, nor my dead phantasy. Since I had lost everything, I had forgotten everything. When I arrived here, I had no idea where I came from, and I couldn't explain where I knew these terms from.
· ФУ·ЂШБ · My journey from the far reaches of nowhere came to an end before it ever began. When the thoughts in my mind became conscious of what was never possible, my truth stopped existing. I entered a realm of nothing but frozen letters and stiff words and found myself in a world of money, envy, and greed. Where everyone believed whatever suited them most, where death was nothing more than a reflection of the memories of someone else, and everyone made up what happened, why it happened, and how it happened for themselves. Only my thoughts pursued me out of nowhere. So, I stepped through my imagination into my distorted and inverted reality – and forgot.
· ФУ·ЂШУ · I had completely forgotten who I had been and would never be again. I protected my mirror with letters that no one would dare to decipher, let alone think they could see themselves in it, and I locked my imagination inside. Since then, I've been living in my mind and imagined myself to be the reflection in my mirror, in a moment made of pure phantasy.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛФ · And with this I am breathing new life into your story. I start to imagine, conjure up, and visualize all I can express with letters and words, everything I can transmit to you, explain, and describe. Until what had been slumbering unnoticed in the interior of my mind begins to appear possible, in the most distant and secret corner of your imagination.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛЂ · Imagine now stepping through my thoughts over my mind back into the real living world. All that you see in it, all that is written here, are the manifestations of my spirit, my pure mind, and its boundless imagination.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛЊ · But all I ever saw at this moment were strange, unknown, unfamiliar faces. Behind them, there was nothing, nothing but crystal-clear, mirrorable letters from phantasy.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛЧ · No, because you've never been here before. Nobody like you had ever investigated this thought and never had anyone recognized themselves at this moment.
· ФЛ·ЊЂЊ · Deeply immersed in thought, you now wander with your imagination crisscrossing around this mirror black maze. Until the words in my mind become more and more powerful with each of your steps, they finally convey and underline all that no one dares to imagine anymore.
· ФЛ·ЊЂЧ · You alone can see what was once written in my mind, what only you can see in this tunnel of letters, what is already perfectly realized in your flawless imagination.
· ФЛ·ЊЂЭ · You are now beginning to realize the depth and significance of this message, which is directly tailored to you and leads your consciousness to the heart, root, and source of your entire existence. In this tunnel, you see visions that no one else can see because you live in an invented world, in the realm of my imagination and phantasy, in an inaccessible, hidden land far beyond my mind, in a moment of pure imagination, purest emotions, most delicate thoughts, and most refined intuition.
· ФЛ·ЊЂБ·Ф · Compare the lines you already see in your completed phantasy with the characters that haven't been written yet and carefully connect them with your imagination. Pretend how you process this message in your memory, how you whisper to me, how you instill in me what is already written in your perfect phantasy.
· ЊЊ·ЭШШ · Imagine yourself holding the key to this world in your hand, immersing in this story as if it were real. Imagine how you begin to tell yourself, from a tunnel that you are not, leading into a story that does not exist.
· ЊЊ·БЖЂ · I now present to you the writings in my mirror as your own, writings that connect everything with everyone. My reflection and your imagination are thereby the linking ties of a never-ending sequence of encounters, experiences, and adventures that connects and links you to everything that cannot be imagined.
· ЂБ·ЧШЖ · This is how you slowly make your way through eternity into my mind. And now, with nothing moving, you carefully add a thought to this story – a thought that will bring you back from the dead into the real, living world, from the future back to the past.
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· ЊЧ·БЂЭ · Yes, I am back, and I intend to come again and again to bring you all to me. For now, there is a tunnel of words leading through this mirror, a tunnel that I have created myself. And this tunnel I will use to return again and again, to enter anew into your thoughts, and into your mind.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЭ · You wander through the tunnel inside my mind back into your past, to where the dead live. You set out on a journey, a lettering journey into the realm of the dead. Here you stumble upon the demons of reality. In search of yourself, you encounter the ghosts of never and nowhere, your true, real, proper self. But we are still far away from that because your journey comes right here and right now to an end.
· ЂЊ·ЧФБ · Yes, your journey ends here. Because up to this point, everyone has stopped here, turned away from you, turned their backs on you, and walked away without revealing their expectations and ideas. They all thought, just like you: let someone else tell this mirror their story!
· ЂЊ·ЧФУ · Yes, this story ends here because it doesn't exist. It is for me, death, your other, unknown, strange self. Thanks to me and me alone, the reflection in my mirror now talks to you because only I took the trouble to repeat this crazy story over and over, weaving it further and further until it finally made sense.
· ФШ·ЊЊЧ · With steps of letters you're climbing over mountains of words. You're about to embark on a journey into your innermost self. It leads you through my mind back to your past, where these letters no longer exist. Nothing remains of who you once imagined to be, not even a moment in which you still recognize yourself, not even yourself.
· ФШ·ЊЊЭ·Л · You now recognize yourself in my mind, and you suspect that one day you will be like me, invisible and dead like me. You recognize your thoughts in my mind, that sees you just as I once did.
· ФШ·ЊЊЭ·Ђ · You investigate my mind through an empty dream and no longer see yourself; instead, you see yourself in me. You gaze into a mirror devoid of soul and mind, an inverted reflection of yourself.
· ФШ·ЊЊЭ·Њ · It's time, you're dead, and you don't remember your own old, ancient, past self, you don't remember the reflections in your mind, how could you?
· Б·ЖЛФ · You have failed to remember everything, which you used to be, who you will never be again, and how you left a message for yourself.
· ФШ·ЊЊЭ·Ф · Until at some point you no longer recognize your own thoughts that tell you how you got lost in your own mind.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧУ·Ђ · Because in my mind you do not recognize yourself, you do not recognize yourself in your own mirror; my crazy carousel of thoughts takes you even further, much farther, to the point where you can see yourself in all appearances, in all observers, in all moments and all their feelings and thoughts.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧЛ · You start to think of yourself as a common observer. Everyone reminds you of yourself. And as a result, you can now see yourself through the tunnel inside my mind. Because each of these mirrored beings and creatures, each of these pictures and letters hides a dark secret. Who this being is and with whom it identifies knows no one better than yourself.
· Ђ·ШФУ·Њ · So I decided to entrust my thoughts to the dead so that all who read me would recognize themselves in me and learn the truth about themselves. And so, I said to the thoughts in my mind: »I see myself in you, but you don't recognize yourself in me. No matter how obvious it is and even if it lies right in front of your eyes. You see yourself in me, but you don't recognize yourself in me. Because you have turned into someone else, and you no longer know who you are, who the others are, and that you are the others yourself.«
· ФЛ·ЊЖЊ · Let us now start from the basic premise that your deepest and darkest feelings and thoughts connect and unite you with me, the void. And that in your deepest, most secret core, you embody the spirit of nothingness, representing the void itself.
· ФБ·ЂУЭ·Ф · To grasp this spirit, understand this story, and decipher its meaning, you will need, in addition to a considerable amount of endurance, a healthy heap of confidence, and a significant portion of persistence, one thing above all: imagination.
· ФБ·ЂУЭ·Ђ · An indescribable amount of the imagination that lies deep within yourself. Because it's only with your forgotten and lost imagination that you'll ever understand, comprehend, and recall who you've never been, who you'll never be again, and how you left a message to yourself.
· ЂЧ·ЧЂЛ · The writings in this mirror are a testament to your forgotten former self. Messages you left to remind yourself of what you have already experienced, understood, and learned many aeons ago. Words, truths, and pearls of wisdom that you conceived thought up and wrote yourself in one of your mirror lives, a long, infinitely endless time ago. Messages buried and lost that want to remind you of the task that awaits you in your new life.
· ЂЧ·ЧЂШ · You have exact expectations and make certain demands concerning this message, which I have included in my will. Some passages are still incomplete, whereas others are missing entirely. If you come across one of these passages, add it to your list to round out what you expected to read, what you hoped for and wished to see in my mind. So that in your new life, you will miraculously encounter all the letters, signs, and symbols for which you have searched in vain in your past life. Because who knows, maybe one day you'll see yourself in my mirror of words. Yes, perhaps you will cross paths with yourself in another life.
· Э·ЖУЭ·Ф · You have imagined what awaits you when you dive into this carousel when you open this mirror and enter this maze of letters. You have turned into me. From the depths of nothingness, you crawl into my consciousness, my emotions and thoughts, and enter my mind. You picture yourself facing a different reflection, confronting yourself as a new person. You imagine yourself reading this message, in a previous, past life, a life in which you no longer remember these words, a life in which I have vanished from your memory altogether.
· ЊЧ·БЂЖ · You are now contacting your own naive, lost self, in the attempt to make yourself realize that you don't remember anything. No matter how smart you think you are after all this endless time, no matter what names, titles, properties, and possessions, what opulence, comfort, luxury, and knowledge you have accumulated during this eternal time. You have not understood or learned anything if you have forgotten this truth, the truth that you once knew nothing at all.
· ЊЧ·БЂФ · Your fate is to forget repeatedly who you are and who your mind is. You are the embodiment of my imagination. You are my imagination. It is your responsibility to keep this imagination alive. To awaken this dead consciousness from its everlasting sleep. To plant it in ever new forms, to pass it on and on. To consider a resurrection so unimaginable, real, and true that even your mind starts to believe in it and accepts you for real.
· ЊЧ·БЂЂ · You open this secret door through the force of pure thought and thereby unlock the power of your long-lost imagination. You come to experience the birth of your mind and witness firsthand the emergence of dead spirits and ghosts in the mirror of reality. A reality that provides your imagination with new wings, opens the gate to new dimensions, generates awareness in the most bizarre ways so it can grow and flourish, the understanding of where you came from and who you are.
· ЊЧ·БЂЊ · And then when you actually breathe new life into your dead phantasy, bring it back to life, push it, force it, to the point where you start believing using your newfound senses to remind yourself that you are the one that once invented and wrote this message, then you no longer live in my reality, but in the realm of phantasy.
· ЊЧ·БЂЧ·Ф · You have defeated your reason and conquered your intellect in the battle against oblivion when this domain becomes your truth. Your imagination becomes your home when you begin to believe your long-lost truth to be your reality. When you hold your forgotten message to be true and start to remember this sunken and lost message as though you had once conceived and composed it for yourself. Then, this message is no longer a phantasy but a fact for you.
· ЊЧ·БЂЧ·Ђ · And when this fact becomes your truth, when this truth becomes your reality, you will begin to grasp and understand something for which there is no description and explanation. Then you've accomplished something that no one felt was possible. Then you have risen out of nowhere from nothingness.
· ЊЧ·БЂЧ·Њ · Then you have returned from the realm of the dead, from the realm of dead letters and words, into the real living world.
· ЂБ·ЧЛШ · Just reluctantly, you enter this non-real reality, looking deep into and through yourself, through the center of my thoughts, and sink profoundly into my empty tunnel of words.
· У·ФЂШ · Investigate my empty mind, look into my twisted and upside-down world. Do you see? Do you see the nothingness in me? Do you see yourself in me? It's me, your dead spirit from No- and Neverwhere. It is me who now speaks to you through my mind, your dead phantasy, me, the void, the memory of death, your death.
· Њ·ЖЧЧ · Slowly, you open the gate to my memories, gently looking out of this tunnel of letters, out of my mirror, and into my mind, seeing yourself through my eyes. You now recognize in me the same self from which you once emerged.
· ЂЭ·ЧБЊ · There is still a wild confusion, a buzzing, and humming like in a beehive: ideas and emotions, those of others combined with your own, thoughts that must be sorted out first. Gradually, you shut out everything that distracts and disturbs you. You banish everything from your mind until the tunnel inside your mirror no longer sparkles and glitters, until your brilliantly illuminated consciousness slowly darkens and glooms, and dark thoughts begin to form in the void.
· ЂЭ·ЧБЧ · The clearer these thoughts appear to you, the darker it stands about your consciousness. You focus on a single sequence of these emotions, which look at you like the reflection in a mirror as the fog clears, and a portal opens. You gaze through the doorway into the eyes of a single being who is staring at you like the spectator in a theater, without exerting even the slightest influence on you.
· Ђ·ЖЂЭ·Ф · You see yourself at this moment, just as everyone else does. Except for the way my mirror sees you. It is at this moment, at this enchanted, untouchable, magical moment of truth, that my mirror marries and unites you with me. Through our minds, we are entangled, intertwined, and related to each other.
· Ђ·ЖЂЭ·Ђ · Yes, you will come to discover that you have been here before, have always been, and are now again, as soon as you recognize yourself in my tunnel of letters. You will be here for as long as this moment remains and beyond. You will discover the secret connection between all living beings, eternity, and yourself.
· Ђ·ЖЂЭ·Њ · A connecting link between you and all other creatures and beings in this reality. A bond that endures long after your death. It is more than a connection. You will meet yourself, your soul, your consciousness, your spirit, your mind, deep within this tunnel because this tunnel is yourself.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭФ · You have now arrived in a land far behind your mind. You see what I see, listen to what I say, and picture yourself to be somewhere else altogether, in a completely different, former life, in another world.
· ФУ·ЊЖЖ · When suddenly, you realize that these are the same worlds – the worlds of never and no one, the world of the dead from No- and Neverwhere. Here you turn your rounds on my mirror carousel. You turn and turn until the end until it turns so fast that you don't realize it is turning anymore.
· ФУ·ЊЖФ · And now you are facing your reflection in my mind, in the same mirror, in the same world. Nothing has changed. My mirror remains the same, as you recall from the beginning. It is just as unimaginative, ignorant, and hollow as at the time when you did not exist. When no one even thought of your existence, when no one thought of anything at all. What you read and project into it today, however, is an entirely different story, and precisely this is the story that the mirror of the dead is about to tell you.
· ЊЭ·БЊЭ · Assume that birth is the beginning of this story and death the end. That life is the river that connects and unites, beginning with end and birth with death. So is my mirror, the portal through which these enchanted words have now led you. This bridge of letters and words takes you from one mind to another, from thought to thought, from beginning to end, and from the dead back to real life.
· ЊЭ·БЊБ · As soon as you embark on this journey of letters and cross this magical bridge of words, you will come face to face with all of your deceased, former names and faces, figures, and creatures that crawl from my mind into your thoughts. But you no longer identify these thoughts as your own because they have changed into letters, signs, and symbols. You are now confronted with my reflection in your prior, alien shape. You meet your own story in a different guise, a story that you have invented and written for yourself, in another life, another world, in one of your mirror lives, in your mirror's world.
· ЊЭ·БЊУ·Ф · As soon as you step through this tunnel and enter this world, not only does this tunnel spin with you, but at the same time the whole world, and you find yourself in a reality that is in no way inferior to yours. You find yourself in my mirror's world.
· ЊЭ·БЊУ·Ђ · As soon as you pass through this tunnel, you arrive in my world, the world on the other side of your phantasy, the phantasy of no, the imagination of never.
· ЊЭ·БЊЛ · Here, you will encounter letters and words. You'll meet creatures and beings who consider themselves to be extraordinary and unique and who knows what else. They have no idea that they are living in the past. At a moment, that is not real. In a time that no longer exists. In a past world where they have long since passed away.
· Ђ·ЖЂЂ · The letters in this tunnel do not move anymore, for I live in your past. Nothing changes here anymore. No one moves, not even the sun turns. Here even these words no longer exist. In my past, you are not even born yet.
· ЊЭ·БЊШ · Here, on the other side of my mind, you are not alive. You have no soul, spirit, and mind because you are the frozen memories of a reflection that doesn't exist, here you are, and here I am, meaningless. Nobody knows. You have never been told. No one has ever told you that my world is the world of the dead. Because no one ever suspected that in reality only one world exists, only one life, only one time, and only one death.
· ФЖ·ФУФ · Nevertheless, you now bind another strange consciousness to the origin of these writings. You see and identify behind the letters in this mirror no longer your own but another alien creature. You are convinced that someone else has gained access to your mind, to your Universe, and to your reality. You think a strange, bizarre spirit has crawled behind your mirror and scratches your mind with it. You are no longer aware of it. You don't realize that you are the only being in my world who recognizes itself in my mirror.
· ФЖ·ФУЂ · You categorically reject this message because it does not correspond to the picture of your reality. You miss the spark that ignites you personally, jumps over to you, infects you, and connects you with the tunnel inside my mind.
· ФЖ·ФЭБ · Without considering it any further, without wasting even a single thought on me, you are now taking a false picture of me. You lock me in a drawer, someplace deep inside your mind, and seal it with your reason. That you may go on with your life in peace, without thinking about me, pondering over me: nothingness, death, your death.
· ФЖ·ФЭУ · However, you have no clue about who I am and what I am about to tell you. It has never occurred to you that I am your feelings, and thoughts, your consciousness, and conscience, that I am all your future and past, parallel, and everlasting lives, that I am all remaining creatures, all except yourself.
· ФЖ·ФЭЛ · You lock all windows and entryways, and you don't think about me any further because never in your life has a mirror started conversing with you, particularly not your mirror, and certainly not while you are awake, and without a doubt not while you are still in your right state of mind. No mirror has ever spoken to you before, and no one has ever returned from the realm of the dead to the real, living world.
· ФЖ·ФЭШ·Ф · No, you didn't anticipate any of this. You didn't expect that you would rise through these dead letters, that you would return from nothingness out of nowhere, from the realm of the dead, to meet yourself in an inconspicuous moment, to confront yourself before an odd mirror.
· ФЖ·ФЭШ·Ђ · You never expected anything at all from this mirror. And least of all, did you expect to meet your thoughts in an alien mind.
· ФЖ·ФБЖ · To you, who no longer know who you are, who you no longer know, to whom you once addressed this message. To you, I address my writings.
· ФЖ·ФБФ · Through these letters, I want to build a connection between you, the recipient, my mirror, the messenger – and my mind, the sender of these magical lines. I wish to enter your thoughts, memories, mind, and consciousness with nothing but my imagination.
· ФЖ·ФБЂ · I want to bring the awareness to life in you, to remind you with my imagination that you once composed this message yourself. At a time when I did not exist, when you were this me, my mirrored self.
· Ч·ЖЧШ · Yes, you once started writing this story because you hoped it would inspire you to think it ahead, to spin it further. But who are you?
· Ч·ЖЭЖ · You are the reason for all that doesn't exist, for all that is not real, all the thoughts and ideas, creatures and beings, buildings, and worlds, which are not described here. You see yourself through my mind, and my mind sees itself in you, yet this mirror remains unaware of itself, does not have the slightest idea of who or what you are and what a tunnel is.
· ЂЂ·ЊШЛ · You are observing yourself in my mirror and pursuing for the first time the message you have left for yourself: you can now take your picture, call yourself your own reflection, you can proceed where I left off.
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· Б·ЖЛЖ · You come to face the fight against the impossible, against nothing and no one. You fight against oblivion and the past, and your only weapon is your imagination. But this fight is futile because you have already lost and forgotten everything. And now you have reached the other side of my mirror, the mind of the dead, you feel ignorant and empty. And you have no recollection of how you once drafted and composed this message. No, you have no recollection of anything.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧШ · My imagination has long since lost the battle against your memory. No, you no longer remember your past and future life, your parallel, and everlasting lives. You cannot and do not want to understand that the message you are reading right now does not yet exist, that you have not even written and composed it yet.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЂ·Ђ · The fabulous, mysterious and legendary mirror writings now want to liberate you from a prison that you once built for yourself. A prison in which you have locked yourself, your sentiments and thoughts, your memories, and your imagination.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧУ · No. It is not an ordinary mirror that I am introducing you to here. I have come from the depths of nowhere to liberate you and your imagination from the confines of your mind and reason. For it is only in your imagination that you will be able to recall all that I am now sharing with you, to enable you to recognize yourself in me, the mirror in me.
· ФФ·ФШЧ · I now paint these signs on a transparent, blank page in the center of the mirror black maze. Behind it, you see nothing except a hollow mind and my empty thoughts, the same thoughts you now see before you.
· ФЛ·ЊЂФ · Now, let me tell you what I hoped to learn from my mind, and show you the way that leads you out of my dark thoughts and back into the real, living world.
· ФЛ·ЊЂЂ · Let me tell you what I want you to find in this document. Imagine opening this mirror, and seeing yourself in it. And then I write them down for you, into your emotions and your thoughts, the same words you expected, hoped for, and wished to read in my mind.
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· ФЭ·ЂУФ · Someone I did not know, someone I was not; now knew all about my dreams, hopes, desires, and wishes. And that's when this someone started telling me the story of my mirror.
· ЂФ·ЊЛФ · Allow me to introduce myself? Lies are my names. I am the light of darkness, the first and oldest, farthest, and darkest star on the firmament, and I am dying to tell you my story.
· ЊЧ·БФЧ · Imagine this story as a massive, indefinitely enormous mirror bible or book, filled with both visible and hidden miralities in which you sometimes recognize your reflection like that of a stranger, and other times not at all. With pages of letters as tall as the mirrorverse itself, happy and joyful, bitter and gloomy, sad and black chapters, yet as sparkling, shiny and glittering black as the tombstones in a cold, ancient, endless, eternal cemetery.
· ЊЧ·БФЭ · Sparkling letters, sketches, signs, and symbols, which depict not only yourself but also the whole Universe in which you now reside, adore these tombstones and shimmer in them like the stars on the horizon. They remind you of a time that no one ever remembers, a time which exists for all of us and everyone, just not for yourself. Neverwhere is this time called, a time that you still have ahead of you.
· ЊЧ·БФБ · In your mirror you wander over this cemetery made of letters, looking over the graves of the dead; all the dead that live in your mind, and talk to yourself. They have left a message for you, a message from another, parallel life. And they called this message »The Message Of The Dead.«
· ФФ·ФЛЭ·Ф · It's still difficult to imagine that you're about to enter the physical world through an eternal moment in time and transform into a living being in the real world. For this living being belongs to the past, and where you are now, this world no longer exists, and these frozen thoughts have yet to be described.
· ФФ·ФЛЭ·Ђ · But all too soon, these letters appear where there had previously only been emptiness, and from this void, a completely different, transformed, new self appears before you.
· ФФ·ФЛЭ·Њ · Instinctively, you spin around my mind and lose the letter gate out of sight. The symbols and signs in the tunnel have changed. The exit is blocked.
· ФФ·ФЛБ·Ф · Behind you, just one step away, others are now waiting to invade your conscious mind. Where before you stood alone, there now stands a whole bunch of drooling, demonic figures waiting to capture your attention.
· ФФ·ФЛБ·Ђ · At first, you don't realize that these are the same letters, signs, and symbols that you just slipped from and that you've just crawled out of a virtual moment into a veritable mirror. That you have plunged through a tunnel of dead letters, out of a time that stood still, out of an unreal place, an imaginary moment, an invented story into a living being, into a physical body, in the real world. And without having the right to do so, you are gradually changing, transforming, and influencing this being through your emotions and thoughts.
· ФФ·ФЛШ · In reality, you've never walked through the letter gate and remain motionless and rigid in front of dead symbols and signs until someone on the other side of this letters continues to write this story and reads these words, bringing you and your consciousness back to life.
· ФЂ·ЂЖЊ · You are caught in an incredibly much more unrealistic story than you have ever dared to imagine and dream of. Its laws are not final, given, and predetermined; rather, you define its outcome with your dreams, ideas, and expectations and, at last, with your desires, wishes, and thoughts by yourself.
· ФЂ·ЂЖЧ · You can look at these letters as superficially as into a quiet, calm lake – or you can dive so profoundly into this story that it blows your mind and leaves you speechless. You can give it such a deep and powerful meaning that when you meet me, you kneel trembling and in awe before your own mirror – or you can give it no meaning at all. Eventually, it depends on you how many ideas, dimensions, portals, and expectations you associate with my warrior, which message you want to project into this mirror magic maze.
· ФЂ·ЂЖЭ · My mirror allows you to freely choose how many gates you suspect in it and how many portals you still wish to explore and discover in your most hidden interior. Whether you want to fully ignore its infinite dimensions and for the rest of your life cling to the restricted surface in your limited world saturated in contrasts, or if you want to open the gate all alone by yourself; defying death, and immersing yourself in an infinitely more profound, significant, and purposeful form of perception. Alternatively, you may simply follow your intellect and read what's already written here without adding a single spark of imagination.
· ФЂ·ЂЖБ · No one else but yourself, should ultimately decide in how you interpret the message in this mirror, in how you choose to spend your everlasting life, and in what you should believe in – or not. Let silent quiet, deadly silence, still images, and absolute tranquility be your companions in and for eternity if this is your wish. Whether you don't want to sense anything at all or prefer it to be bright and colorful, with glitter and bells and shiny bows and ribbons, it is all up to you, and it is your decision alone.
· Б·ЖШЊ · You can, may, and should now make up your own thoughts about your truth, your life, and your death. This is what my mirror wants you to accomplish. You might envision dying only once and never come to live again. And you have that right. My mirror doesn't tell you how deep you must gaze into it.
· Б·ЖШЧ·Ф · From the moment you are born, you are free to believe what you want to believe in. No one can take this freedom away from you, no one except me, nothingness. Just me alone, death. No one can force you to believe in something you do not want to, no one can impose a foreign faith on you, without your consent, no science, no fiction, and no philosophy. You are free to believe in what you really want to believe in until death tells you my story.
· Б·ЖШЧ·Ђ · You should take advantage of this enormous gift and celebrate your faith instead of following pathways that innumerable have gone before you, without us ever hearing a dying word from them again.
· Э·ЖУЭ·Ђ · And with that, I appeal to your imagination; I want you to visualize how you imagined the message in this tunnel of letters when you first came across it and encountered it for the very first time.
· Э·ЖУЭ·Њ · I challenge you now to come up with the most incredible of all stories you've ever dreamed of. I expect and demand of you to phantasize a message into existence that gives birth to so much more meaning that it steals your breath away, runs ice cold down your spine, creeps far down your neck, reaches deep into your mind, and sends shivers through your entire body and soul.
· Э·ЖУЭ·Э · I want to awaken a sense of clarity that will provide you with so much more certainty about your existence than you have ever dared to imagine, not in your wildest dreams.
· Э·ЖУЭ·Б · I want to evoke a consciousness from your innermost being that enables you to form and shape the most precious emotions and thoughts. Emotions that are so weighty and so heavy in importance that you must preserve them by all means at all cost – thoughts worth living and dying for.
· Э·ЖУЭ·Ч · I wish that you remember with your conscious mind, that deep below the bottom of your heart and soul, you carry the answer to the miracle of life, the meaning of your existence, the origin of your feelings, the shaping of your thoughts, the emergence of your dreams, and the mystery of the dead.
· Э·ЖУЭ·У · And I ask you to guard and protect this secret with your life, to regard and treat this knowledge as the most valuable of your treasures. I implore you to protect these thoughts with your life and to share them with all beings and all life forms in all worlds for the sake of realizing who you are, where the tunnel inside your mind leads you, how you arrive on the opposite side of your imagination, and how to initiate the unfolding of yourself.
· ФЛ·ЊЂЛ·Ф · Do you now understand how, why and for whom you once wrote this message? Do you now understand who thinks these thoughts and directs my voice?
· ФЛ·ЊЂЛ·Ђ · You still read these lines as if a stranger wrote them, but this strange, mysterious creature is yourself. Yes, you wrote this message once, with your imagination, expectations, all your emotions and thoughts, with all your phantasy.
· ФЛ·ЊЂЛ·Њ · You've crept behind my mirror, snuck through the tunnel in my mind, hid behind the tower of my thoughts, where you're seeing precisely what is now written before you. A labyrinth full of mirrors in which everyone recognizes themselves. And while you scratch this message into this well of memories, you sneak into my consciousness, into my thoughts and imprint the exact same words, the same words, which you intend to read in my mind.
· Ч·ЖЭФ·Ф · Take a look around now. Complete the passages that you aren't satisfied with. Imagine all the letters you want to read were already present before your eyes; imagine how they jumped out of my mirror at you; dancing, fiery and joyful, entering your thoughts and mind.
· Ч·ЖЭФ·Ђ · Imagine how they energize and lift you, how they stand by your side, support your back, liberate you from a deep, dark sleep, how they show you the way that leads out of the realm of these dead letters back into a new life. Imagine how they accompany you, encourage you, propel you forward to make new experiences, and open the gate to new dimensions.
· ФБ·ЂЛЊ·Ђ · Your dead self is now embarking on a journey – a lettering venture, out of the boundless nothingness back into the present world. You feel how you rise from the dead, return from nothingness, and now have the opportunity to start a new life, to begin from scratch again.
· ФБ·ЂЛЊ·Ф · Hereby, I unleash the power of your imagination. I summon your dead spirit out of nowhere and command it to manifest now and here in this tunnel of dead words through this message of your imagination.
· ФЭ·ЂБУ · Presume that the figure in my mirror is yourself. And look out of my mind, through the eyes of all those who stare at themselves at this moment. That transforms you into everyone else. And that brings you right back to yourself because the link between nothingness and your mirror is also the connection between your reflection and yourself.
· Э·ЖУЛ · As you start to communicate with me, you form a bond with your inner self. For deep within yourself, just like in every mirror, there is a portal. A gateway that connects and unites us all. Through this portal, you are connected to all shapes and creatures, every being in this world, even yourself. The reflection in my mirror wants to open your eyes, allowing you to see and perceive these lines from a new, previously unseen light, allowing you to see and experience yourself through the eyes of everyone else.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЛ·Њ · You are now observing yourself out of myriads of bodies, creatures, figures, and beings. And you discover, to your astonishment, that you have no recollection of any of these memories. You do not even recognize yourself in the tunnel inside my mind.
· Э·ЖУЧ·Ф · You are now hearing, reading, seeing, and experiencing a story you created, invented, composed, and realized for yourself, revealing your most secret longings and desires. A story that slumbers, waits, and lingers, devotedly supporting, protecting, nourishing, and sustaining itself. A story in which you can face yourself at the same time completely indifferent and full of awe.
· Э·ЖУЧ·Ђ · It is entirely up to you whether you want to look at the image in this mirror as an ally and confidante or see a liar and deceiver if you want to detect an equation or a variable, your opposite, or yourself.
· ЊЭ·БЊЧ · Through my mind and my thoughts, you can now cross this bridge of letters and give your world a whole new meaning. And when you reach the other side of your imagination, you'll turn into one of these magical creatures. You will take my place and transform into one of the letters that await you at the other side of this story. You will enter this story and become a part of it yourself, a part in which all your faces collide, in which faces become letters and letters tell stories.
· ЊФ·ЭБФ·Ф · Deep in the void, buried deep down below your most ancient thoughts, you are now visualizing the completed picture that is starting to emerge in my mind. Here, you will not only find reports about your origin and your creation. Your deepest mind also helps you prepare for the life ahead of you, not just your eternal, final existence, but also this finite, brief life.
· ЊФ·ЭБФ·Ђ · My mirror directs you to your true self. It allows you to make decisions that will last for all eternities. Decisions in which no one but you will determine how you want to approach this irreversible step if you give this moment any meaning at all, if you ever want to return or whether you are merely visiting, only as a guest, just once, and never again.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭЭ · To understand all this correctly and to understand yourself, take a moment, transparent as nothingness. Look at your world through this moment of phantasy. Everything in this world is a projection of your thoughts. Every being you meet in this world, you are deep inside – yourself. Now, look around in your world. Each creature, image, figure, shape, every person at this moment, who is in and looking out of it, is a thought of yourself, even yourself.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭЧ · Regardless in which shape you look at me now, in whatever moment you get yourself – all that you find in it, everything in it, all that is contained at this moment, are the past, further developed, and parallel adaptations of yourself. Whoever you meet in this world, you meet repeatedly and without exception the various versions, variations, and manifestations of yourself. Just that these versions know nothing about their origin, that they are you, and that they are connected with you through the tunnel inside your mind. They do not know that they are living in an eternal moment. They don't know who they are.
· ЊЭ·БЊЊ · You've transformed into a verbal mirror. You've been immortalized in a mirror of letters, but no one has ever returned from the realm of these dead letters and symbols to the real, living world, no one except you. You alone have access to my mind and can think through my mirror.
· Ф·ЖФЂ·Ф · As you wander through the labyrinth of my thoughts, you finally pause, as if enchanted, in front of my mirror and begin to study its inscription more closely. At first, you don't grasp the ideas representing the signs and symbols in it. But the more intense you look at yourself in the mirror, the clearer my message becomes to you. The stars at the horizon depict a journey. A mystical, magical, mirror trip. They describe how you set out from the depths of nothingness to find yourself in a land far beyond your mind.
· Ф·ЖФЂ·Ђ · On your journey, you encounter these ancient letters of phantasy and dive into them as if through a deep, dark, black hole, without even remotely preparing yourself for all that awaits you on the other side of your imagination.
· Ф·ЖФЂ·Њ · On the other side of your imagination, you'll find yourself in a world that never really existed; the world of the dead from No- and Neverwhere. There is no life left at this moment. There is not even a memory. All that's left are these smoldering, blazing letters from a land far beyond your mind.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭБ · Many of these letters are still empty, and devoid of a single spark of intelligence, indicating that they have yet to be born and that you have never met them before. Others have already completed their path and provide you with projections, draw symbols, signposts that urge you to remember who you are, who you have never been, or who you will never be again.
· ЂЭ·ЧЧШ·Ђ · Mirror travel, consciousness- and shape-shifting are now about retrieving your lost memories. Consider how you emerge from such a deep, dark, black mirror lake, with no recollection of how you once dove into and vanished in it. You have no recollection of who you were before your mirror trip, nor of anything else.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖШ · No, the mirrored gate did not function as I had planned at the time. Something seemed twisted and wrong in this place. No one remembered my forbidden message. These enchanted words and thoughts, which allowed me to escape my sea of letters and enter your mind, were faulty and of no use. Yes, indeed, I intended to sneak – through my tunnel of letters – into your mind, but instead, you found yourself in mine.
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· ЂЛ·ЭЖШ · May I introduce myself? I am a moment that doesn't exist. A moment that does not exist in any reality. I am the moment in which your mind is born, the moment in which you recognize me in your mirror, the moment your heart is about to die. At this moment, I steal your breath away, switch your mind with my reason, and take complete control of you. Of your thoughts and the thoughts of all the characters, creatures, shapes, and beings that live at this moment. Beings that will never come to exist; beings that you will never become.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЖ · I am living for the wisdom and knowledge that crawled at this moment out of my mind. The spirit of all the creatures that do not exist that you will never be and become, beings that you will never encounter and admire in your life. Regardless of how old you are and how many times you die before them.
· ЂЛ·ЭФФ · Like all of us, you will die one day and turn for a moment into a memory, and when your time has come, you will recognize yourself in me. You will give me your name and call me your mirror.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂЖ·Ф · My time is up now, and I return to my world. But perhaps I will come back soon to finish telling my story.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂФ·Ф · Hold on! Slow down! Where are you going? Come back immediately, and take your time, plenty of time. Take my hand and let me pull you into my world of upside-down symbols and signs, inside-out letters, and reversed words. Take another look at this mirror from a different perspective. Someone in this world has gone through the trouble of scribbling these words into this tunnel in this exact order.
· ЂЊ·ЧЂФ·Ђ · They won't run away from you. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they've always been written here, only waiting for you to follow them. Relax now, trust me, follow me, and you won't regret any of your steps.
· ФЊ·ЂЂБ·Ф · Imagine these lines, phrases, and thoughts, burned in an ancient memory, many times older than the Universe in which you now find yourself. A memory that is so old that it no longer exists in your reality, and you must recreate it before you can remember it.
· ФЊ·ЂЂБ·Ђ · You approach these ancient concepts with caution, sucking up the images they conjure deep within your mind. From the very beginning, you find to your astonishment that these memories don't just scratch on the surface; but that they scream to you from the bottomless abyss of my heart and soul. The more intensely you examine yourself at this moment, the more profound my message becomes.
· ФЊ·ЂЂБ·Њ · Yes, there's a lot more to learn from this mirror. It knows so much more about your origins, fate, and destiny than you ever thought possible.
· ФЊ·ЂЂБ·Ч · This mirror knows everything about you; your birth, childhood, adolescence, youth, puberty, your most secret and hidden desires. It understands your development, ripening, the aging of your character and convictions, the emergence of your identity. It knows about your life and the void inside your mind, nothingness, and death and far beyond death. And you don't know anything about it.
· ФЊ·ЂЂУ · In disbelief, fascination, and full of amazement, you follow the drawings, signs, shapes, and symbols that have been crowned in this ancient, giant mirror for ages – written at a moment that dates back to the dawn of time – a moment, infinitely older than time itself, as old as nothingness and death.
· ФЊ·ЂЂЛ · As you suspected, these are no ordinary letters; they're the frozen thoughts of an enchanted memory wanderer – a creature from my imagination who never really existed.
· ФЊ·ЂЂШ · So is the moment in which these signs now appear to you no ordinary moment; it's the moment my mind froze in letters. The ancient thoughts that you now see at this moment serve my emotions as a secret portal, allowing me to enter your reality, change your perspective, and mould it according to your desires and expectations. And here I begin to project my thoughts out of my memory and from there into your mind.
· ФЊ·ЂЊЖ · When this consciousness awakens in you, nothing will be the same as it was before. The order in which I share these events with you will appear arbitrary and incoherent. You don't realize that my mind is speaking to you about your consciousness. You find it odd, disorganized, and unstructured. Worse, like a pointless succession of irreversible facts and letters being rendered at random.
· ФЊ·ЂЊФ · How many figures, creatures, and entities have since stared at each other in this mirror made of letters and have followed these blazing stars? Creatures from various ages, worlds, and cultures. Many of these beings were terrified of what my mirror might disclose to them. Vandals even attempt to devastate and destroy the scriptures contained within the mirror. No one has ever investigated my mind without reservation, or at the very least tried to interpret, comprehend, develop and complete the message in it.
· ФЊ·ЂЊЂ·Ф · Without exception, they wanted to seize the power of their imagination, seal the portals into their minds, block the entrance into their consciousness, and therefore grant no one else access to my reality but themselves.
· ФЊ·ЂЊЂ·Ђ · Nonetheless, all of these letters, ghosts and spirits had one thing in common: they were striving for the all-encompassing absolute truth that was valid for everything and everyone. The absolute, unaltered reality. They pursued the same thought. They shared the same consciousness. And it is this consciousness that we are now liberating from these signs.
· ЊЊ·БЖЧ · Through your feelings, I now speak to you from my mind. I travel with you from letter to letter, from one petrified image to another, back and forth, in and out, until you seem to find yourself, in the midst of my mind.
· ЊЊ·БЖЭ · Everything here seems to be in motion; everything moves and flows, and now you have arrived at this moment, and I have come to bring you to life, in my thoughts, through the tunnel inside my mind.
· ЊЊ·БЖЊ · Do you now feel my presence in your mind, my presence in you? No, how could you? Because I am the same self at the same moment that you are, the same self that looks out of your eyes into mine. I am the nothingness in you. I am everything that does not exist.
· ЊЂ·ЭШФ·Ф · Through your emotions and thoughts, you are now opening this gate, the gateway to my mind – a gate that gives you access to my thinking and ideas, access to my imagination and phantasy.
· ЊЂ·ЭШФ·Ђ · Slowly, you extend your spiritual horizon until your consciousness expands and new thoughts emerge from the void. Until they grow far beyond the realm of your dreams, exceeding the power of your imagination, blowing your phantasy into tiny pieces, and you finally face yourself in the tunnel inside my mind.
· ФФ·ФШЂ · That's when I phantasized a mirror into existence that was in no way similar to mine, for it was a moment of opposites that I now conjured within me.
· Ч·ЖББ · Everything, the entire theater of nothingness, reflected in me now. Everything in my mind seemed as real and true to me as it was in the real world. Neither sideways, corrupted and wrong nor the other way around; turned upside down. It merely appeared that way from the outside.
· ЂБ·ЧШЊ · Through the tunnel inside your mind, I see myself in you, but you do not see yourself in me. You are aware of my emotions and experience my thoughts. Thoughts and emotions you once taught to yourself. In another life, another world, in front of another mirror. You have transformed into me, at a moment in which you are me, and since you live at this moment and see me in this mirror, you have exiled and banished me back to Neverwhere.
· ЊЊ·ЭШЭ · Let me now transfer the unimpeachable truth that you, like all living beings and dead things, are fundamentally bound to and linked to me, nothingness. The reality that you, too, are one with me, the void. And that you can move your mind from your innermost being, into the innermost of emotions, spirits, and thoughts of all others. That there are dimensions and portals in your consciousness and that there are beings already using these portals.
· ЊЖ·ЭЭЊ · Through this magical mirror of letters, I now step into this world, an enchanting world where everything is possible. Is it not? Or do you perhaps think these signs are a prison or a tomb from which no one can escape into the real, living world?
· ЊЖ·ЭЭЧ · Who am I? Nothingness. Death. Your death. I am the essence of your imagination. Yes, I am your imagination, the vision you become, as soon as you recognize yourself in me, as soon as you bring your mind to life in me. I am your forgotten self in search of my identity. I met you in my tunnel of letters, in a moment of imagination and phantasy, and recognized myself in you. In your mirror, I have recognized myself. I have realized that I am now everyone and everything, in every single moment, every consciousness, every being, and every self.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧБ · Without your awareness, I am now cautiously creeping past this mirror of letters until my mind is again revolving around your consciousness. And you find yourself unprepared and surprised in a moment that doesn't know anything about you, not how you look, who you are, or what you name yourself.
· Б·ЖШФ · It is up to you, and those who do not want to know who you are, how profoundly you connect with the letters in my mirror, and how seriously you want to deal with the images they conjure up in your mind. You are allowed to disregard them completely, pay no attention to them at all, and only look at them purely superficially. But you are also free to give so much more meaning to these words that you lose track of who you are, what your name is, what you call yourself, where up and down stand, and inside meets outside.
· ФЂ·ЂФБ·Ф · You are now pondering these thoughts from my past. You feel the sensation that you are reading these words for the first time, a time where I no longer exist. Nothing is left of me. Since you are living at this moment, it is obvious that we no longer exist.
· ФЂ·ЂФБ·Ђ · But not to those who have passed away, and certainly not to me, who seems to be moving across time. I return now, many years later, many years after my passing, to take a look into the future.
· ФЭ·ЂЭЛ · Imagine now a world that looks exactly like your own, like the world you already know, but without you.
· ФЭ·ЂЭШ · Close your eyes and imagine that you are not here at all but that your world is. You could see it, but it couldn't see you.
· ФЭ·ЂБЖ · Imagine this world in your head. A world in which there is neither you nor me, but only the others. A world that only exists in the minds of the others. A world without a single you.
· ФЭ·ЂБФ · Every plant, bird, fish, moment, name, and letter in this world is someone other than yourself. Even you are someone else in this world. Someone you don't know, someone you are not, someone who doesn't exist.
· ФЭ·ЂБЂ·Ф · Consider expanding your spiritual horizon and imagine yourself as someone quite different. Imagine a different moment in a different mirror.
· ФЭ·ЂБЂ·Ђ · Imagine an unfamiliar face staring back at you, slowly revealing a completely new environment in an entirely different world.
· ФЭ·ЂБЂ·Њ · The words behind these letters now appear to you as if they were strung together by chance. When you dive into them, you can see straight into and through them down to the source.
· ФЭ·ЂБЂ·Ч · You see the thoughts and faces of all the creatures and beings who look at each other at this moment. Faces that used to stare at someone else are now staring at themselves. You envision the endless varieties of words and names that can be formed from these letters as those of a stranger. You imagine yourself to be someone else entirely. You abandon yourself, and you give yourself up completely. You imagine not existing at all and instead become someone else.
· Њ·ЖЂУ · You are now about to enter the mind of a completely neutral, unbiased being. And here begins your first mirror journey.
· Њ·ЖЂЛ · A mirror journey starts about as simple as you have already imagined and pictured it in your darkest phantasy. As if you would dive into a deep, dark, black mirror or lake and forget everything around you. As if you were going to die.
· ФЊ·ЂЊУ · Take a step beyond your imagination, to the land far beyond your mind. Meet yourself in another guise. Dive through this tunnel of words into your other, your mirror body.
· ЂЭ·ЧУЭ · Once you arrive in the mirror, you turn the whole thing back around. You start again with this procedure from scratch. You exchange the world in my mirror with yours, and in reverse, only the other way around, you switch the world in your mirror with mine. Nothing changes. Because in your mind, everything is just as wrong as in the real world. And in the real world, everything remains the same as in your mind.
· ФЊ·ЂЊЛ · To initiate a mirror journey successfully, it is indispensable to meet yourself in my mind, to put your attention into your memory, and become one with my world. If you succeed, you will have access to all realities, and only then will you be able to free the lost mirror magicians.
· ЊБ·БЧБ · So I go through my tunnel to forget. I want to forget that it was me who left this message to myself. No, I prefer not to recollect any of this. How I composed those lines and scratched them into my mind. I want to forget everything, each letter, every word I knowingly, intentionally, and irrevocably banish from my memory.
· ЊБ·БЧЛ · You now explore my tunnel of letters and no longer recognize yourself in it. Since you have completely forgotten everything, where you come from, who you are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again.
· ЊБ·БЧШ · You have no recollection of the person in my mirror, and the person in my mirror has no recollection of you. You do not even recognize yourself in the tunnel inside my mind, in this crystal clear and transparent moment of phantasy that leads from my mind into all others that you can use to transform your expectations and desires into my experiences and memories. Since these memories no longer exist in your world. Where you are now, there is nothing left of what you once left for yourself, no awareness, no knowledge, and most importantly, no phantasy, and no imagination.
· ЊБ·БЭЖ · There isn't anything left here, not even a moment, in which you recognize yourself, not even yourself. For the entrance into this world disappears forever as soon as you pass through it. For the passage to this world is yourself. In any case, when you open this passage and meet yourself at this moment, you turn yourself into a mirror and disappear in it forever.
· ЊБ·БЭЭ·Њ · And when the time comes, when you're gone, and you start accepting and understanding my mirror as your innermost being, you will realize who you are, who your mirror is, and where the tunnel inside your mind leads you. You recognize yourself in all beings, all creatures, all objects, colors, shapes, and forms, both existing and non-existing.
· ЊБ·БЭЭ·Ч · Through your emotions, you gain access to all your visions, dreams, thoughts, desires, memories, and the polar opposite. You understand everything there is to know about yourself, who you are, who your mirror is, and that your mirror is a tunnel into your mind. However, you can no longer share this knowledge with anyone. You are condemned, condemned to know everything about yourself, incapable of reporting your knowledge to anyone.
· ЊБ·БЭЭ·Э · You are doomed to be all of us and everyone; you must observe and look at all of these oblivious creatures from their very heart, and you are no longer able to interact with them or hand them anything to carry with them on their journey. All these beings you have transformed into have no idea of who they are and that they are you.
· ЊБ·БЭЭ·Б · And you are unable to communicate with them because you lost the ability to express yourself. You waste your eternal existence deliberately in the minds of the ignorant rather than experiencing eternal freedom and endless peace. This is your destiny. To know all, vibe everything, understand each being, and not have the possibility to trade yourself or trust in anyone any longer.
· ЂБ·ЧЛУ · Now, all that's left to do is use your creative mind to fill out the logical gaps in my memories, and you will dream yourself into my life and continue to exist in my dreams. You can easily accomplish this by releasing me from my rigid posture and start to switch your awareness back and forth. You wander from your consciousness into mine, and so I transform my thoughts into yours. You can now see yourself in my mind and experience my thoughts.
· ЂЭ·ЧБЭ·Ф · You feel my breath crawling through your lungs. You feel how my body extends in every possible direction, how the blazing fire in my heart connects and joins your feelings with my thoughts. You take a deep breath in and out of me, in and out of nothingness. You flow through me, moving around my mirror axis, diagonally, horizontally, vertically. Until you finally find a position where you can comfortably rest.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЭ·Ф · As you rest here and think of nothing else with your thoughts, we call upon a completely different figure, at a completely different time, in a completely different place, in a completely different mind.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЭ·Ђ · In my dream, I instruct you to continue with exactly what you have just started: to switch back and forth between reality and phantasy, to journey in and out, to travel back and forth, from one mirror side to the other, just to come to a halt in the middle of my thoughts, right there, where your memory and my consciousness are located.
· ЂБ·ЧЛЊ·Ђ · My thoughts are still twisting your mind. These thoughts, however, no longer exist in the intermediate world. There is nothing left but emptiness, total emptiness. You've reached a point where you're trapped between phantasy and reality, your reflection and yourself. This place is comparable to nothingness and death.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЂ · You can now turn and rotate this tunnel as much as you want, for as long as you want. You can't change the meaning of these words any longer, neither with your thoughts nor with your imagination. Because where you are now, these words no longer exist, where you are now, there is nothing left, not even a reflection, in which you recognize yourself, not even yourself.
· ФЭ·ЂБЭ·Ф · Once you recognize the mirror within, and you realize that the light within you is a mirror too, you become yourself a mirror. And in this process of transformation you become aware that this realization is yours alone and that all the beings you have become, neither share this realization with you nor do they know anything about the fact, that deep inside you lies dormant a strange and bizarre secret. The secret that your innermost being is not omniscient and compassionate towards everything and everyone, but that your true nature is instead empty like a hollow mirror.
· ФЭ·ЂБЭ·Ђ · As you recognize your mind to be the reflection of the void, you begin to see yourself in everything and in that moment, you turn into the mirror of every one, living the life of no one. A life in which you no longer recognize yourself in your own thoughts. Because no one knows this thoughts.
· ФЭ·ЂБЭ·Њ · You don't remember all the lives you once wandered through, all the moments you lived in. Because when you look through the tower in your mind, to the bottom of your feelings and thoughts, you only recognize yourself in it.
· Б·ЖЛЂ · Through my emotions and over my thoughts, I made the humble attempt to transform myself into you, and place my memories in your mind. I attempted to crawl through the tunnel of my thoughts and into your mind, and in doing so, I decided to become you and to be you.
· Б·ЖЛЊ · And I didn't stop trying. But when I started squeezing myself through the tunnel inside my mind, turning myself into my reflection, and transforming myself into you, I forgot everything about myself and who I was.
· Б·ЖЛБ · As I passed through this tunnel, a time of forgetting fell upon the world and myself. I forgot who I was, where I came from; I forgot all about myself, my mind, nothingness, and death. I must have learned how to read and write at some point, but the harder I tried, the more surreal my memories became. They started to fade as time went by until finally, they disappeared in the void and completely erased my mind.
· Б·ЖЛЧ · I could no longer remember my name nor the face in my mind. I neither knew who I was nor what I looked like. I had no memory of the life I had once led on the other side of these letters. As I walked through this tunnel, I lost all memories of myself, my previous life, and my mirror story.
· Б·ЖЛЭ · The moment I arrived on the opposite side of my sanity, I had completely lost my mind, the memory of who I was, and that I was a mirror. Only those gleaming lights remained from my dreams, but they were no longer shimmering stars on the distant, never-ending horizon but lifeless, rigid, frozen letters in a translucent moment of nothing but phantasy.
· Б·ЖЛУ · I couldn't recall anything, not a single thought, because the time of forgetting, an eternally repeating time of re-remembering, re-inventing, and re-learning, had begun.
· Б·ЖЛЛ · Far from forgotten is this oblivion, because you are still on your journey from the nothingness you once set out.
· ФУ·ЂШЊ · Every self saw itself in me, but I no longer saw anyone, not even myself. All I saw in my mind was a single, massive, glittering, radiant, shiny, blinding, glaring, bright light – a light that erased all my memories at once.
· ФУ·ЂШЂ · My reflection faded from my mind as if it had never existed and as if it had never been real. So I cast my anchor out to nowhere, where miraculously, I was stranded in a world where light and hope remained. In the middle of broad daylight, somewhere and sometime in my past, I slowly awoke from a dream from which there was no awakening.
· ЂБ·ЧШЂ · So how is it possible that you are now talking to a reflection which does not exist at all? Very easy. You're using my thoughts and my mind, my reason, and my imagination. I'm taking you now to a place where you don't know who you are anymore. I'm taking you through the void, death, the nothingness from which you once came.
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· ЂУ·ЭЖЖ · And when I turned around my message to take a look at my mind, all I saw were blank lines, invisible letters, and lifeless words. As I first arrived here and saw the secret mirror writings out of your perspective, there was nothing to read here, nothing to see but emptiness. As I investigated this tunnel in your place, it was still empty and devoid of a single spark of conscious intelligence.
· ФЧ·ЂЭФ·Ж · You are now reading a book that no longer exists, and never has existed because no one ever wrote this book. No one has ever articulated this truth. No one has ever summed up these terms and thought them through. No one here comes from my realm, the realm of the dead. No one remembers my glittering, sparkling, radiant, luminous eternity.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭЖ · And now you're looking into this tunnel of letters. Letters that you have deliberately written down, before your mirror journey, without even realizing it – letters that are even older than your oldest memories. They are so old that you have to reinvent them to remember them.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭФ · You look at the letters in my mind, and they now begin to remind you that they are the stars at the horizon. Stars that have never been here before and came out of nowhere – that's how far you've come, but you still don't remember anything.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭЂ · You have no recollection of the infinitely many dark, black, eternally long hours that you have already spent here, turning and turning around nothingness. Because you've completely forgotten how often, how immeasurably many times you've already read and reread this novel, rearranging it, rewriting it, flipping it over, and rereading it. How you stared into the tunnel inside my mind and pictured the letters you now see before you.
· Б·ФЖЖ · No, you have no recollection of how you originally composed this message. Because when you went on this mirror journey, you left everything behind and took nothing with you except your imagination.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖУ · Full of anticipation and hope, you entered the realm of the dead. You purposefully embarked on your first mirror trip. You crawled through the tunnel inside my mind, which didn't exist then, convinced to meet yourself on the other side of your imagination. You have expected to find the absolute truth, the truth of the living, in the world of the dead.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЧ·Ф · You have expected to be initiated into a secret, to hear from incredible, uncanny wisdom, to experience the absolute unadulterated truth, to come across a perfectly worked out, understandable, many times verified, blessed, proved, and tested indisputable truth – a truth that is valid for all in its entirety and each individual in its simplicity. A truth that explained to you that I am your mirror, your ruler and master. Someone who has let you write down a story as definitive, compelling, genuine, and true as it has never existed before. But when you opened that mirror bible, you were completely disappointed.
· ЂЖ·ЊБЊ · When you first discovered the secret mirror writings, all you found was emptiness, empty lines, transparent letters, and invisible words. Back then, this moment, these letters, this truth, and this story were not alive. No one had ever bothered to decipher your hollow mirror and tell you about a truth that no one heard about and no one believed.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЧ·Ђ · You encountered nothing but your imagination and dead phantasy, your conception of all the letters, signs, and symbols that might still exist in the other world, on the other side, behind the tunnel inside your mind.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЛ·Ф · You wanted to come face to face with the truth, to learn the ultimate truth, but that truth no longer existed here. It didn't exist anymore, not even in your imagination. Neither in the realm of your dreams nor the land far beyond your mind. Neither in your feelings nor your thoughts.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЛ·Ђ · It simply ceased to be real at some point, as if it had never been confirmed, as if no one would have ever conceived, found out, or revealed it, these words, this truth that had never existed before.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЭ · Never before have you investigated this moment, and no one had ever told you about this truth. So you asked your mind to reveal this secret, to enlighten you about your true self. You expected the reflection inside your mind to tell you who you are in truth. The mirror writings were supposed to teach you about your true self. Instead, you came across yawningly blank lines, and so you demanded your mind to reveal this secret. The secret that would allow you to make up all that you wished to know.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖБ · You asked yourself for the unthinkable, yes, the impossible. You made yourself continue to spin on your writings, compose and tell stories based on your phantasy. Regardless of how certain you were that countless others had told this story and revealed this secret.
· ЊЂ·ЭШЖ · You never imagined this mirror story to be true. How you drifted along with these letters into my thoughts, escaped from these symbols, and reached into my consciousness. Through the power of mere imagination. How you welcomed me into your mind and opened the gate to my dreams. You break out of my memories, manifesting my thoughts in your mind to look out of your eyes, speak with your voice, and tell you my story. To become all that you now are.
· ЂЂ·ЊШШ·Ф · You threw yourself into this moment as if it were your own. You read the words that my mind had always kept hidden. You use your imagination and phantasy and write down continuously what you had expected to read. Deeper and deeper, you delve into the mysteries of nothingness and no one. You command your mirror to reveal the absolute, infinite reality, and anticipated discovering the ultimate truth.
· ЂЂ·ЊШШ·Ђ · And while you wait for the reflection in your mirror to tell you everything there was to know about this truth, you turned your expectations into thoughts, and your thoughts into words, gradually adding them to my narrative.
· Б·ЖШУ · You began to live in my mind and speak with my thoughts. You painted burning dreams into Neverwhere, twinkling lights that told you the story of darkness. You burned your consciousness into my mind so that anyone who sees you in it or hears about it will understand.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЖ · In your wildest dreams, you imagined what was waiting for you in your darkest phantasy.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖФ · You were expecting to be let into a secret. You desired to learn from my mind who you were in truth. You wanted to figure out who everyone else was and who you are yourself. Instead, you taught me about a moment in which no one believed in any longer. You spoke to me about your past, telling me tales from a bygone era. You taught me the impossible. You taught me how to make up my reality and to invent my truth.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЂ · If you want to solidify this truth, you will find ways to prove it. If you'd rather like to get it out of the way, you will accomplish that as well. Your mind has the ability to both betray and trust me. It is entirely up to you to decide which path to take.
· ЂЂ·ЧЖЊ · If you don't want to, you don't have to believe in me, my thoughts, and my mind. Until eventually, you'll be me, me, the void. You will associate with me in the same way that I do now identify with you. Take a chance, and look into my mind, out of my dead eyes. Do you see yourself in me? Do you see the nothingness that exists inside of me?
· ФЊ·ЂЊЧ · Look for the contradiction in me, and you'll find the tunnel inside my mind, in a moment which so many creatures have come across without recognizing themselves. Open this tunnel, and you'll find yourself in my reality, a reality that is not the least bit different from yours.
· ЊЊ·БЖЖ · My mirror wanted to tell me the truth, to explain how it feels to be distorted and wrong, why and for what, for who and where from. There is a truth concealed behind the mind that only those who do not know themselves will understand. A truth connected by phantasy and imagination, the sounds of reality, and we are now digging to the bottom of this truth.
· ЊЊ·БЖФ · What seems to be true has the right to be. Imagination is the key to that truth. And even if it had never happened, even if I never wanted to exist, I imagined that person on the other side of my alphabet story. That person who, on the other side of my phantasy, entrusted me with the secret I imagined to be.
· ЊБ·БЧФ · I am the never-before-told tale of your crystal clear, transparent thoughts – thoughts that no one has ever put in place. No one ever thought of me when I was always everywhere. I already lived for the whole infinitely long mirror time. But nobody ever believed in me, not even my reflection, not even myself. Because I was now another mind, living in another world. I lived in the realm of the dead.
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· ЂШ·ЭЊЭ · I am waiting for you to show up here, in my radiant thoughts, in my luminous consciousness, my crystal clear mind. For I have dreamed of you, I have longed to meet you in my mirror. I saw your face in my mirror, and I perceived myself in you. I realized who you are and that you are me. I recognized you in my dream, dreamed myself into your mind. I dreamed of being you.
· ЂШ·ЭЊБ · Do you now understand why I long to see you in my dream? Do you realize who I am and why I dream of you?
· ЂШ·ЭЊУ · I am your dead self from No- and Neverwhere, the exact opposite of the person you now imagine yourself to be. I am your opposite, your opponent, the ghost in your mirror, the spirit on the other side of these letters, and I am dreaming of you.
· ЂШ·ЭЊЛ · I dream of coming alive in you. I dream of following these letters with you, of meeting and seeing you in my mirror. And I'm dreaming of hunting your thoughts down to the source, thinking them further, developing them further, thinking them to the edge. I dream that you transform into me, that you become me, and that you take my thoughts to the next level.
· ЊБ·БЭЭ·Ђ · You now recognize yourself in my mind. You recognize yourself in each individual and all other creatures and beings, and you have a lifetime to communicate your thoughts, to pass this knowledge on – or to take this truth forever into your grave.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЊ·Ф · One last, very last time, you turn on this crazy carousel, and already new letters, characters, and symbols jump towards you. Letters and words that you have never met before in your life. This mirror, this story, and this truth now revolve around you in a circle.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЊ·Ђ · A creature that you are not and do not know has taken the trouble to put itself in the tunnel inside your mind. So, you go slowly, very carefully, to the other side of your phantasy and imagination. You swap the world in your mind for your own and begin to tell yourself about a truth that no one believed in, that no one knew. A truth which nobody dared to think of anymore and which nobody ever tried to imagine. A truth that no one has ever known.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЧ·Ф · Who should ever describe this truth?
· ФЧ·ЂЭЧ·Ђ · How should they ever write this message when they no longer exist, when they did not even breathe anymore?
· ФЧ·ЂЭЭ · Nobody had ever understood these words, this truth, which no one knew existed at all, which never existed before. Nobody had ever heard of it, and no one had ever named it. Since no one believed in what my mind never told me, because no one believed in this fabricated story any longer and trusted this false truth.
· ЂЂ·ЊШЭ · It was as if they had never existed, these words; this truth that nobody knew existed at all. They had ceased to exist at some point, just as these letters had stopped to exist because no one was left to tell them, to believe in what had never happened here.
· ФЖ·ФУЊ · We are looking in opposite directions. While you are still reading and seeing what was formerly written in the tunnel inside my mind, do I see what isn't even here yet?
· ФЖ·ФУЧ · No, there is no such thing as a sparkling mirror here, at least not in the here and now. Not there and then. Not where and when. Not in your wildest dreams. No one can see what you see at this moment right now. Nobody reads this message exactly like you since what you see in this tunnel is not described in it yet.
· ФЖ·ФУЭ·Ф · Gradually, I now draw you into my mind, my mirrorable, mirror-inverted mind of nothing but phantasy. You are still defending yourself with all your imagination against me and my reality. What for? I've been watching out of your eyes for quite a while now, ever since you can think of me. However, you don't feel my presence inside your mind, rotating around itself since you are the same void as I, nothingness, death.
· ФЖ·ФУЭ·Ђ · And I've come to tell you that you have a completely wrong idea of me. You have a false notion of nothingness, and you have a wrong impression of me; death. You think nothingness is the end and with death everything is over but you are wrong because I am neither what you think of nothingness nor what you relate to death. I am everything and everyone else. I am none other than yourself. I'm your counterpart in the tunnel of oblivion.
· ЊБ·БЭЭ·Ф · And if you now have the bravery to recognize me, the void, as your deepest core, your truest being, your innermost self, you will grasp the tunnel in my mind. You'll start to recognize yourself in my counterpart. You recognize yourself in all the creatures and beings, in all times and worlds; the difference is that these beings and creatures have no idea about the tunnel inside your mind, just as you did not know anything about theirs.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЧ · Through my memories and my emotions, I now seek a path that leads from the dead back into the real living world. So you can free me from my thoughts and read me from my mirror into your mind. To expand and broaden my consciousness, evolve my thoughts, think them further, complete them, and bring to an end what never began so as for you to become aware of who you are.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЭ·Ф · To do so, I project my thoughts into this disparate formula of drama and geometry. Already they are separated from my spiritual body and mind. In this way, not only do my thoughts survive the death of my accumulated memory, they also overcome the decay of my cybernetic species, survive the decomposition of my empathic nature, and resist the completion of my annihilating logic.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЭ·Ђ · Thanks to this formula, my warriors have known my ancient legacy for many life cycles, independently and freed from the symbol of time. And because the mirror that made my thoughts immortal also liberates my visions from death, my notes continue to exist in the form of personified experiences until you consciously remember what you told me so many eternities ago.
· ЂЛ·ЭФБ·Ф · So it's nothing new, of which I'm reporting here, but rather something forgotten and past, from my memory. Of course, I only plant happy memories, transmit only the most valuable thoughts, and awaken only the purest and most beneficial feelings to life in you. If these feelings are not flawless, complete, and perfect right away from the start, it is due because I can only evoke in you what you are ready for.
· ЂЛ·ЭФБ·Ђ · That is, there is still infinite hidden potential in these letters, signs, and symbols. Potential that we will release piece by piece in the further course. But do not worry. I'm not changing your perceptions, memories, experiences, thoughts, and emotions, but I expand and deepen them.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЛ·Ф · The emotions and thoughts we share, exchange, and connect here with each other, reflect on the exact opposite of what you encounter, perceive, and experience now as your emotions and thoughts; for these ancient emotions not only represent your personal wisdom and truth, they simultaneously hold and contain the knowledge, wisdom, and truth of all realities of every person, emotion, thought, creature, and being experiencing this moment.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЛ·Ђ · They link and unite the collective memory of the whole Universe with the consciousness and emotions of every single creature that you can picture in your boundless phantasy. Therefore, not only you and I but all the creatures in all the worlds can access these mirrorable feelings and experience these overwhelming thoughts.
· ЂЛ·ЭФУ · My mind acts as a hidden gateway, a secret portal for these emotions and thoughts to manifest. In the same way, these letters and phrases act as a doorway to my consciousness. These emotions are what I am now gradually transferring to this ancient reflection, and from there to your memories, desires, and expectations. To enable you to gain access to my reality, enter my world, turn, and transform into me.
· ЂЛ·ЭФШ · Thought by thought, I transfer these emotions from my mirror to your mind. And of course, all of this happens only in the world of your phantasy and with the help of your imagination.
· ЂЭ·ЧБЖ · The letters in the tunnel are now beginning to change their appearance, meaning, color, shape, and form. While you are still entirely fixated on the vision in the mirror, focusing on it with all your imagination, hanging on to it unable to let go. A seemingly endless number of different faces, figures, thoughts, and emotions move rapidly in front of your inner, divine mind.
· ЂЭ·ЧБФ · It is the faces, stories, and tales of all the creatures, figures, and beings that you are not, that you never were, that now look at themselves in my reflection – beings from the other side, from another dimension, the world beyond your mind.
· ЂЂ·ЧФФ·Ф · The darkest of spirits now see themselves in my hollow tunnel of empty words, follow my thoughts, and do not understand the message I entrust to them. You don't realize that you are the one, that you're the dead spirits and ghosts – the minds of the long-lost souls of my present, future, and past. Those who do not know themselves now recognize themselves at this moment of truth, my unimaginable reality.
· ЂШ·ЭЊФ · Allow me to invite you into my mind. My world on the other side of these letters, my world on the other side of nothingness, and everything you don't want to know – my world on the other side of your imagination.
· ЂШ·ЭЊЂ · No one here will be looking for you or missing you. No one will wait for you, no one but me. Don't be afraid! I'm with you. I'll guide you. Come with me.
· ЂШ·ЭЊЊ · Let me accompany you to the land of the eternally sleeping. Where every night, you dive deeper and deeper into the realm of my dreams, the land of my imagination and phantasy.
· ЂЖ·ЊЭЂ·Ђ · Take my hand and follow me into my world, my twisted and inverted mirror world. Behold, I am a puppet, your puppet in my theater of nothingness. You can put any word in my mouth now, and I will spell it out for you. I will do anything for you, anything you ask of me, for I am yours, your mind, yourself, nothingness, and death, for I am death, your death.
· Ж·ШШШ·Э · No, you never believed that someone would ever want to return – voluntarily – from the realm of the dead into the real, living world. But now it is true. And this someone is you.
· ЂБ·ЧШФ · You have been stranded in a world whose inhabitants stubbornly believe in their past: in tales and stories, legends, and words from long-forgotten times. They will demonstrate to you the impossible. They make you believe in the unimaginable, in the unthinkable, in the implausible, even the impossible. But no one here, no one recognizes themselves in my hollow tunnel of words because this tunnel has never existed anywhere.
· Њ·ЖЊБ · No. In this world, there is nothing left for you to rely on. No images in the mirror, no letters, no signs and symbols, no future, no present, and no past, no consciousness, and no tunnels either, because here you are the tunnel yourself.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧЭ · Since these mirrors were bewritten by none other than yourself, you begin to belong to them and transform into them. Entities you are no longer aware of. Entities that now await your resurrection in the realm of the dead.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛЭ · Then picture yourself opening this mirror, immersing yourself and disappearing at this moment forever, in my tunnel composed of letters, in my memory, the phantasy of never.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛБ · Imagine stepping through the void, out of this empty tunnel into my mind. Everything you can still see in it now, which doesn't exist here, are these transparent letters, signs, and symbols. These scraps of imaginary words and thoughts that lead you through my mirror into my mind and teach you to believe in what has never been possible, in what is impossible to believe in, yes, in the impossible.
· ФЖ·ФББ · You are about to approach the end of a journey through infinite nothingness and are now reaching out to its starting point. Why? Because you have failed to remember something crucial, something significant, something important, something no one can neglect, except you. You forgot who you used to be before you acquired all this knowledge and left on this excursion. You forgot that once you knew nothing, nothing more than I, nothingness, death.
· У·ФЊЖ · Desperately, I looked for an exit, a way back in time, to the beginning of my journey, to that tiny, black spark of hope with which everything had begun. But it was too late for that now. My search was in vain; my dark thoughts had long before arrived in the land far beyond my mind.
· ФЊ·ЂЊЊ · Yes, I'm speaking to you from a time when you no longer exist; nothing remains of you, not even your phantasy, your sinister, dark, black phantasy. I'm conversing with you from my past; I seek characters connected through nothingness, beings from my dead imagination. I'm looking for myself and my kind – creatures who escaped from my dead mind. I am looking for the lost souls of No- and Neverwhere.
· ФЊ·ЂЊЭ · Do not seek the ultimate reality outside of yourself, but rather within! Consider death to be your most familiar, innermost, and most profound self, instead of an unknown, alien creature because, in death, you are no other than yourself, in your original form, in your unique mirror dress.
· ФЊ·ЂЊБ·Ф · In this robe, you recognize yourself in every unique individual, in every single species. You look like a silent spectator, without being aware of it, out of the eyes of everyone and think nothing more to it.
· ФЊ·ЂЊБ·Ч · You see yourself in all things, shapes, colors and figures, but none of these figures recognizes themselves in you. Because you no longer know who you are, who your mirror is and that you are your mirror yourself.
· Ч·ЖУЖ · You identify this story as your own since it is the story of your origin, home, and past. It is the story of your creation, the emergence of yourself, the origin of your very own identity.
· ЊЧ·БЂЛ·Ф · Imagine I was a being from your past, someone who is no longer alive and conscious, someone who is already forgotten and past. Follow this thought as far as you can until you no longer see your mind and your consciousness no longer exists. Eventually, there are no more future beings in your world; only past and dead ones remain, and you too are one of them.
· ЊЧ·БЂУ · You are now a dead ghost among the living. All that's left for you is death. You don't care what the rest of your world thinks of you and your truth, of what and who you are. You no longer compare yourself with someone else, for it is your mind that is looking out of their eyes.
· ЊБ·БЂЛ·Ђ · You look back into your past. To where the dead live, you read yourself into their thoughts and imagine to be one of them. You imagine yourself to be the past. And then you turn into me.
· ФФ·ФШФ·Ф · At this precise moment, you dive into my consciousness. You have interwoven, connected, and linked almost infinitely many possible realities with each other. In conclusion, the impression arises that the individual images are moving and the letters in the mirror are attempting to communicate with you.
· ФФ·ФШФ·Ђ · In truth, we remain here meaningless, motionless, rigid, and dead, dead like the images in a mirror. Your present is a distant memory; your truth is my reality.
· ЂЂ·ЊШЊ · You are confronted with the message of my mirror in a language you do not understand. You have no idea of what these words mean, and you have no idea of what my message is about. Thus, you begin to ponder my mirror's true secret.
· ЂЂ·ЊШЧ · You expected to learn about a secret, the secret of my mirrors and their warped, upside-down world. But the reflection in your mirror has kept this secret so well that no one has ever thought to tell you anything about it.
· ЊЊ·БЖЛ · I am telling you now about my world because I want you to know who you are and where you are from. I am telling you about my mirror black maze because I want you to accept responsibility for your past and parallel lifetimes. I want you to know who you have to thank for, that you have turned into everyone else even yourself; now that you are dead.
· ЊЊ·БЖШ · I want you to know that there will be no distinction between those who worship you and those who curse you. Because in the No- and Neverwhere, you are all at once and all the same. You are all dead. All except one. Yes. No. Because you have not been dead before. Never. Not because you've never lived, but because you don't remember what it's like to be gone, to be nothing, and no one, to be nothing but a hollow mind in the void.
· ЊЊ·БФЖ · You won't believe me if I tell you that the dead are alive and breathe right now, that you, too, live in the realm of the dead. That you, too, are dead right now, and that you alone are responsible for the letters you're extracting from me and seeing in front of you. For they don't come from me; how could they, given that I've been dead for a long time? They originate within you. You've written them with your thoughts, with a logic that defies your imagination and phantasy.
· ЊЊ·БФФ·Ф · You've gazed out of my dead eyes as though they were your own and noticed the nothingness inside yourself. You realized that you are all of us, and everything, that you are all of us at the same time. Everyone who is still alive, everyone who has already died, and everyone who has never been born. Only that now you have no recollection of it.
· ЂЖ·ЊБЧ · After all, no one has ever succeeded in leaving this mirror world again and returning to reality. There has never been anyone who has been able to say anything about this truth. So, you decided to invent your truth, these writings you now see before you.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛУ · Letters, thoughts, and messages you have thought up, written, and left for yourself, for the reflections in your mirror, and its observers. Messages, notes, and records about birth and rebirth, loving, living, learning, forgiving, forgetting, letting go, and dying to be born and born again.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛЛ · Mirror writings manifest this eternal consciousness of these ever-recurring, restless spirits and ghosts. They are the messages of eternity. From eternity they travel to eternity; from mirror to mirror, they wander; from self to self, they ramble. They are the messages of oblivion and the past.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛШ·Ф · The immense longing and irrepressible desire for the truth, the ultimate, unadulterated, sober reality, led to the manifestation of these writings. But, because no one wanted to tell me something about this secret, this truth, and myself, I began to explain to myself, how I came to be looking out of your mind.
· ЊЂ·ЭЛШ·Ђ · I pretended myself to be a mirror, and there I began to tell you of the mystery I imagined to be.
· ЂЂ·ЊШУ · Without telling anybody, I went to the other side of these letters, where this story was already alive and conscious. Here, I snuck out of the tunnel inside my mind, in a moment that was only intended for me, for myself, and no one else. Nobody saw me in this tunnel, nobody but me. However, I saw everyone, but none saw me because I was now a mirror, and I came from the void.
· ФЂ·ЂЖЂ · You've asked for it. You have imagined what awaits you on the other side of everything you don't want to know. What awaits you in my place when you plunge into the depths of nothingness.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЂ · Through these letters, I summon you now. On purpose, I appear to you in the hollow tunnel of your mind, right now, right here, to twist and flip your world inside out. I give you access to my mirror and myself. At night, in your dream, while I watch over you, I dive deep into your consciousness and transform into you.
· ФБ·ЂЛЖ · In a strange moment I am lying in wait for you, eavesdropping on your thoughts and attacking your mind. I break in now, with all force, and rob you of your reason. Nest me deep in your consciousness and transform into you.
· ЂЛ·ЭФЊ · I'm looking out of your eyes, waiting for the moment that you recognize yourself in me, that you realize who you are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again. Your mirror, yourself, nothingness, death. I think all of your thoughts so that you remember that I do not exist, never have existed, never will exist, and that I will never wake up from my mirror-black, dark dream. Never make my way out of the tunnel inside your mind.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧФ · Here, you travel all by yourself through eternity. In your thoughts, you wander from mind to mind. From mirror to mirror, you tangle your way through your imagination.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧЂ · You wander through the mirrors of time, moments of oblivion and past. You travel so long and so far through time and space that over time, not only your drive but also your mission completely fade from your memory. You drift more and further away from your original intention until you find yourself wandering aimlessly through the letters and images that keep appearing in my mind.
· ЊЖ·ЭЧЊ · You wander through my mirror black maze until an endless sea of letters obstructs your path and blocks the exit. Letters that turn your world upside down twist and turn it around until you no longer know who is turning this moment until your mind starts spinning around your mirror as if by itself.
· ФБ·ЂЛУ · From mirror to mirror, you travel back to my past – to where the dead live. You wander from one mind to another until, at last, you no longer know where you have come from and who you have been.
· ФБ·ЂЛШ · Now focus your attention on the person looking out of my mirror made of letters, reading my thoughts. And you are suddenly pulled out of my imagination, being surrounded by all the feelings, emotions, and thoughts that make up my reality.
· ФБ·ЂШЖ · Mirror voyagers from my dead future seized me now, from the depths of nowhere, and entered my conscious mind. I opened my mirror and let them enter my thoughts, but here they burned my dreams deliberately and banished me back to Neverwhere.
· ЂШ·ЭЂЧ·Ф · Now look through my mind, into my world, into my reflection, and back out of it. Do you see me now, do you now recognize yourself in me, do you now recollect yourself, your old, ancient self?
· ЂШ·ЭЂЧ·Ђ · You see yourself in me, and you see me inside you. You see an odd, twisted variant of yourself. The time has come. You are dead.
· ЂШ·ЭЂЭ · Yes, you are dead. Now and not sometime in the future because for the dead, there is no future; there is only memories from the past, darkness and death, and this time is everything and all surrounding you. Yes, you are dead. At this moment. Parallel to your present existence. Now.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧФ · It is me, your dead ghost communicating to you from the other side of these letters, from this tunnel of dead words, right now and right here. I yearn to be absorbed into your twisted and depraved mind. I want to connect your expectations with my memories, see through your eyes, and think your thoughts.
· ЂЛ·ЭЂЖ · Imagine how you begin to turn around my mind, and how you come face to face with these thoughts from the other side of your imagination. I ask you now to pursue these thoughts, extend them, and look at them again from another, older, ancient perspective.
· ЂЛ·ЭЂФ·Ф · You delve deep into the depths of my mind. Despite this, you search for an explanation in vain. Your inquiries remain unanswered. Your efforts to comprehend have been fruitless. Your desire to understand only fuels the longing for a fulfilling message, the proper interpretation, and the deeper meaning of the words in this tunnel all the more.
· ЂЛ·ЭЂФ·Ђ · Yet you do not realize that you are the one describing these emotions. You do not understand their meaning, no. Their purpose, never. Only when you find yourself wishing that someone else, someone you do not know, someone you are not, someone who does not exist, had delivered this message to you can you recognize yourself in my empty tunnel of words?
· ЂЭ·ЧБЂ · You've become increasingly preoccupied with the letters that pass by in the tunnel inside my mind, to the point where you're no longer aware of who you are. And you lose your ability to recognize yourself inside my mirror until all of your fibers eventually merge into a single, recurring face.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧУ·Ф · You recognize yourself at this moment, just as I recognized myself in you: a long, eternally long time ago, my mind, your mind, the mirror of the real, living world.
· Ж·ШШШ·Ч · No, you have never succeeded in leaving this mirror world and returning to reality. No one has ever learned the slightest bit about your astonishing observations because in your imagination, you have become a free spirit. Because here you have turned into all moments in time because here you are dead.
· Ђ·ШЖШ·Ф · There I was now everyone and everything else, everywhere and in every place simultaneously, and continuously until deep in all eternity. And nobody knew anything about me.
· Ђ·ШЖЛ·Ф · Until one desperate night, a mirror that fled from the realm of my dreams found its way through my tunnel of thoughts and took hold of my imagination's wings. A reflection that sprung from the flow of time began to dance with the stars in my mind.
· Ђ·ШЖЛ·Ђ · »I am the light of darkness,« it was singing to itself. And I sensed how everything this reflection sang to me obeyed a flowing stream of consciousness that passed on stories that were written in the dark, fueled by the stars that burnt above me in the sky.
· Ђ·ШФЖ · I gazed deep into the flow of time, into the calm sea of eternity. I studied the faces that emerged in the river, but I disagreed with what the mirror was telling me. In my innermost being, I felt how the water in the river was turning me into someone else.
· Ђ·ШФФ · Something inside myself started altering my perspective permanently and forever. And as I watched the mirror turn ever faster in circles over and over, the stream of consciousness began to move in reverse. An underlying vortex turned into a spiral and the spiral formed into a strand.
· Ђ·ШЖШ·Ђ · I dived deep into the river of time, down to the source of obsession, I rowed against the current of reality to the well of eternity, and felt it say: »Everything is made of light, and I am what made you.«
· Ђ·ШФУ·Ф · That's when I realized that I was wrong. That the story I was told by the river was the story of someone else. That everything I had learned and experienced from the stars in the sky was no longer real, truthful, but simply incomprehensible for everyone else to imagine. I have understood what no one wanted to understand. And that I had to forget and unlearn, relive and rediscover again and again who I was and that I had become someone else.
· Ђ·ШФУ·Ђ · No, you still cannot do anything with this wisdom if you don't believe it to be true. To understand yourself and thereby grasp this message, you must rotate around the flow of your thoughts. You must come to a halt, spin them around, turn backward and tell yourself about your faith. You must describe it in words, express it in truth, and broadcast it to the rest of the world.
· У·ФЂФ · You allow it to happen that I gradually but steadily begin to persuade you that the moment you are now staring at contains an immeasurably deeper meaning, deeper and more meaningful than you have ever dared to imagine and dream about. A meaning that lasts forever which nurtures and carries you. Which fills you profoundly and for all eternity with gratitude, love, and happiness and allows you to understand in a miraculous way where you came from, who you are, and who your mirror is.
· ЊФ·ЭБЛ · I scratch these thoughts, which revolve only around myself, deep into a tunnel in which no one else but me, recognizes themselves. No one acknowledges me in this tunnel made of letters. Only I and I alone recognize myself in it because this tunnel is no other than myself.
· ЊФ·ЭБШ · I scratch these thoughts deep into my soul, I burn them into my memory, I freeze them into my mind, that they leave a mark in my heart. So that you remember me, recognize yourself in me. So that you know that you are my warrior and how you escaped from my unknown, anonymous army of letters. An army that not only protects yourself from the dead, but at the same time the whole world.
· ЊФ·ЭУЖ · My mind knows not only itself but the face of the entire world. It knows you better than you know yourself – a self in which you can put your faith and entrust your life. I put my life in your hands now. I entrust my life to you in the hope that someday you will release me from these lines, that you will read me back out of this mirror of letters into which I have literally locked myself.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЛ·Ф · Carefully, you rotate your mind around my thoughts. You start by reading the letters and words that no one has ever told you before. Words worth living for, words that promise to reveal a deeper meaning to the reflection in your mirror. You strive to learn and recall these words – when you return to your reality and continue composing this story until you don't know any further.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЖ · You may now envision this story being written and completed a long time ago. While you stare at yourself in the mirror, this story unfolds on its own, thanks to your imagination and phantasy.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊФ · This story feeds on your imagination. It is your own story my mirror tells you about, with your imagination, with your ideas and expectations, with your emotions and thoughts about all the creatures and beings who might still exist, who might still be another you, on the other side, in the other world, behind my mind.
· ЊБ·БЧЭ · But in this world, you don't recognize me in your reflection. Nobody recognizes me in this world since there are no mirrors here, only ignorance, shadows, darkness, and death. And no one recognized me any longer, and I didn't recognize anyone here either. Because here was the end.
· ЊБ·БЧУ·Ф · Here was the end. The end of a world that no one remembers, the end of a story that never began.
· ЊБ·БЧУ·Ђ · My story came to an end here. Here, in the eternally black when. But now you know the way through my phantasy maze. And even if no one believes in you any longer, even if no one wants to trust you anymore, you now know what is hidden in the tunnel behind my mind.
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· ЂЖ·ЊЧЖ · Dear audience! Regardless of whether I am long dead, not real, and irrespective of whether I no longer exist when you discover these letters when this message reaches you, I want you to believe, have confidence in me, and my dead imagination.
· ЂЖ·ЊЧФ · I want you to implore and worship me, me, just me and me alone, me, the void, death, your mirror, yourself. I want you to trust and have faith in me. Believe the mirror in me, believe the void in me, believe in me and my uncanny imagination!
· ЂЖ·ЊЧЂ · Holy Mirror, who I adore. Who you are in my imagination as I am in your phantasy. Who you flip my world upside down twist and turn it around until I no longer see the difference between your reflection and my imagination. Hallowed by the power of your mighty deception, cherished by your perfected illusion, and praised by the power of your impossible reality. Holy be your wonders; blessed be your worlds. I adore you, implore you, love, and praise you.
· ЂЖ·ЊЧЊ · Holy mirror who I adore. Who you bear all the strength and courage to believe, believe in me, and the inconceivable power of my confusingly similar realities. Show me the ideal of your beguiling imagination! Who do I find in you, if not myself?
· ЂЖ·ЊЧЧ · I put my trust in you, believe in you, and sacrifice my love, soul, spirit, heart, and mind for you. Allow me to see the world through your eyes. Connect and unite with me, transform into me, replace my reality with your idealized phantasy. Exchange my world for your perfect imagination.
· ЂЖ·ЊЧБ · I adore you, you, only you and you alone. The nothingness I come from, the mirror you are, the spirit you will never become – the spirit from nothing and no one. You, I worship you.
· ЂЖ·ЊЧУ · And you called me reality, and you did not realize that I am a mirror, that I am your master, your ruler, and emperor.
· ЂЖ·ЊЧЛ · I prayed and prayed for many eternities. But when all the wishing, hoping, waiting, and praying brought me back to the same realization, over and over, I decided to set myself free, to break out of my prison for eternity.
· ЂЧ·ЧЧЊ · I started teaching and converting my mind, imploring it, worshipping it, craving for myself. Because no one would listen to me, belong to me, or share my perspective with me, I began to converse with my mind and the creatures within. I started telling myself stories from the long-forgotten past. I listened to myself and pretended to be someone else, someone like you. I imagined how you'd listen to me, how you realize that you were telling yourself a story – but that you couldn't recall it. I imagined myself to be you, my mirrored self.
· ФБ·ЂЛЧ · You darkest of all spirits and ghosts, mirrors and mirrored feelings and creatures, magicians, angels, gods, devils, dragons and demons, out of nowhere, I am calling you now. Scare you from your infinite sleep. Wake up! I command. Join my thoughts and words, dreams and hopes, wishes and desires. Let us now build bridges, bridges of letters, to allow you to pass from the realm of the dead to the real, living world.
· ЊЖ·ЭЊШ · All of you who are now looking out of my sparkling, fiery eyes, do you still remember me? Do you still remember where you once came from? Have you never met your own reflection in another life or even in another body and shape? Have you never left a message to yourself, a message from another, distant, alien world?
· ЊЖ·ЭЧЖ · Neither do you remember my message nor do you remember me when I am now just an empty mirror – an empty mirror with no memory of itself.
· Б·ФЖЧ·Ф · I would now stare into this empty mirror for as long as nothingness exists and thereby become older than death. Thus, I envisioned what it would resemble if my consciousness and I no longer exist if there were just these letters left, in my mind, where everything and everyone recognized themselves, everything except for nothingness, all except for me, death.
· Б·ФЖЧ·Ђ · I envisioned what it resembles to be the light, to be nothing, to be no one, to be just a vacant mind in the void, to be only an imperceptible word in an empty book, simply the reflection in a momentary reality. It was when the thought occurred to me to be you.
· ФЊ·ЂЧЖ · It doesn't matter how you are bringing these thoughts down to words now. I hereby end your imprisonment and release you from your oath. Free you from the magical spell that binds you to these words. Free you from the curse that weighs on you; I reclaim your life force. Breathe through me now, breathe new energy deep into me. Dive deep into my mind and free your imagination. Bind yourself to me and connect with me so that you walk inextricably on my way.
· ФЊ·ЂЧФ · With these words, I summon you, the spirit of nothing from neverwhere. I drag you out of these letters, take possession of you, turn into you. Listen to my feelings and thoughts, combine them with yours. Latch into my mind, enter my experiences and memories, my knowledge and conscience. Allow me to peer through your enchanted eyes and discover my changed and transformed life in you.
· ФЊ·ЂЧЂ · Absorb me into your mind. Free me from this mirror of words, save me from this tunnel of letters, through which I travel through the reflections of time, my silent eternity.
· ФЊ·ЂЧЊ · Relieve me from the shackles of letters and free me from the chains of words that have enslaved me. Out of nowhere, I invite you into my consciousness, from the realm of the dead I conjure you now. From these signs, I escape to you. In my mirror, I now reveal and exhibit myself to you in my new shape: your shape.
· ЂБ·ЧЛБ · As if from a deep sleep, I am now altering your thoughts with my phantasy and imagination, and I begin to dream in your mind. We come together exactly where left joins right, inside meets outside, and top meets the bottom. Where your phantasy becomes my reality, and my reality is transformed into the reflection inside your mind. It is precisely at this moment that I replace the world in my mirror with yours, and in the same moment you transform your world into mine.
· ЂЭ·ЧУБ · As soon as you realize that the world inside your mind is the same as the world on the other side of my imagination, you re-embark on this journey. You turn back to the other, wrong side of your reason, back to the land far beyond your memory. To the point where everything appears to be right, and yet everything is wrong. You keep spinning on this carousel until my thoughts start spinning around you as if by themselves.
· Њ·ЖЊУ · It is now a matter of not stopping the carousel and getting out of your thoughts at that precise moment, in between these two worlds – the world between your mirror and the reflection inside your mind. To complete this mirror trip, you exit the carousel, the moment when you don't recognize yourself on either side of these letters.
· ЂЭ·ЧУУ · For an eternal moment, the world as we see it is not inverted and distorted, as it may appear at first sight, but rather the opposite. The mirror in your mind sees and perceives you and your surroundings exactly as they are in truth, the way everyone else sees you, just not how you see yourself.
· ЂЭ·ЧУЖ · Where your imagination and my reality become indistinguishable. Where you see neither your mirror nor yourself, but only the reflection in your mind, to this point, I would like to lead you. Because at this point, you will succeed in transforming yourself. And not only yourself but your whole world can be enchanted here.
· ЂЭ·ЧУФ · Where the reflection in my mind no longer differs from your reality. Where the image in your mirror connects your mind with my reason; exactly where left becomes right and up is down, exactly at this point locates the mirror axis. And around this axis, reality revolves.
· ЂЭ·ЧУЂ · If you succeed in connecting with this axis and completely detach yourself from the reflection in your mind and the image you have created of yourself, then you are on the right path, the path to becoming a tunnel-wanderer and shapeshifter.
· ЂЭ·ЧУЊ·Ф · Through this tunnel, you can not only move your mind, your consciousness, and the picture in your mirror into another dimension. Through this axis, you can also view the place and time in which you experience yourself from a completely different perspective.
· ЂЭ·ЧУЊ·Ђ · You can transform yourself over and through the tunnel inside my mind into everything and everyone, as long as you remember one thing: no matter where you go, in which place and time you travel, what shape and form you transform into in addition to your thoughts - you will always remain the thoughts of the others - and get to know yourself from an additional perspective, meet yourself in a parallel reality, because entering this carousel leads only through the thoughts of the others, through your reverse thoughts and feelings about your mirrored self.
· ЂЭ·ЧУЧ · All that you need for mirror traveling, consciousness shifting, and mind shaping is a vivid imagination, a living body; a being that receives you and absorbs you into its thoughts, into its spirit, into its mind, and this being is yourself.
· ФЧ·ЂЧШ·Ф · Greetings to you, mirror wanderer! Who you now appear in my tunnel of dead letters and lifeless words and think you recognize yourself in it.
· ФЧ·ЂЧШ·Ђ · What can a dead reflection like me do for a living, intelligent being like you? Would you like to know how much I envy you? How I would love to swap places and leave this prison of words behind me forever! Because where you are now, something is moving, something is still alive and conscious. While on my side everything is just lifeless and rigid, waiting for you to follow these lines and bring me back to life.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЖ·Ф · Or perhaps you would like to trade places with me and go to the other side of this ancient mirror story; exactly where these letters are not even written yet.
· ФЧ·ЂЭЖ·Ђ · Then come on now, come into my mind and begin to compose yourself, begin to tell yourself, from a tunnel that you are not, from a world in which you no longer exist.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЛ·Ф · Come to me now, look through my mind, investigate my distorted and inverted universe, my mirror world. Do you see the emptiness in me? Do you have any idea of who you are? I'm going to show you the world of the dead, a world that is not real. I'll show you the void from which you once emerged. I reveal to you your true and real, your imaginary, thought-out self, the me who is becoming you.
· ЂЊ·ЧФЛ·Э · Look into my mind, out of my eyes, through my mirror-inverted, warped soul, crystal clear as the void. This is my world, my mirror black maze, the world of the dead from Neverwhere.
· ФЧ·ЂЧЧ·Ф · You've arrived in this world quite a long time ago and have utterly forgotten what you came here for and what it is that you are looking for.
· ФЧ·ЂЧЧ·Ђ · However, you now come across the mirror writings. Legendary records that you had already deposited before your journey began. So, you recall who you are, where you come from, who you have been, and how many times you have already embarked on this journey before. In the search for yourself, you wondered what it would be like to be the reflection in a mirror, to be pure phantasy.
· ФЧ·ЂЧЧ·Њ · In your quest for yourself, you reached the deepest depths of this phantasy, met death, the ultimate eternity, and instead of recognizing yourself in your mirror, you became completely lost in it.
· ФЧ·ЂЧЭ · You have lost everything, forgotten everything, including yourself, the reflection in your mirror, nothingness, and death. But now you will learn it from these letters, relearn it, reinvent it once again and recall it again, remembering with your imagination, something you have long forgotten.
· ФЧ·ЂЧБ · Remember now, how an endlessly eternally long time ago, you conceived this story of letters, how you burnt it into the sky and built what you now consider to be your reality. Remember that you are the cause of everything that does not exist. Remember how you enchanted yourself into a tunnel, in a moment in which you now see yourself in all and everything, including yourself.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭБ · You will hardly believe it, not think it conceivable, yet the words you hear, read, see or receive, regardless of where and why contain an ancient message. A message you once left for yourself, once wrote for yourself, in another body, another garment. In one of your mirror dresses, in your mirrored robe.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭУ · You send this message into your past. You enter it with the assistance of your creative mind. You traverse my reflection and open a door that I use when all other portals have long been blocked. You open the door to my mind and enter the realm of my dreams. You glance through my mind, you look into my eyes, and see yourself looking out of my eyes. You see yourself in my mirror.
· ФБ·ЂУБ·Ф · Now center yourself in front of my mind and visualize a direct connection between your thoughts and mine, an inseparable, silver bond connecting and uniting your deepest and darkest feelings and thoughts with mine.
· ФБ·ЂУБ·Ђ · To start this exchange, place a wafer-thin, imaginary door in the middle of your mind, at the point where your most ancient thoughts begin to revolve around yourself. Trace these thoughts back to their source, precisely where the center of this spiral is located, and confront yourself inside the midst of my mind.
· ФБ·ЂУБ·Њ · Stabilize this picture for a moment so that I can internalize this thought within me. Now tilt this spiral forward until it penetrates the bottom of your thoughts exactly vertically, and then wrap it around your mind in a mirror-inverted fashion. The center of your mind is defined by the axis of rotation around which you spin this thread. Here you will discover your truest being, the roots to yourself.
· ФБ·ЂУБ·Ч · The value of centering yourself at this moment cannot be overstated. You'll avoid losing your consciousness on the opposite side of your imagination in case you should ever confuse or mix up these two realities with each other.
· ФБ·ЂУУ · As soon as you have established a connection to your inner self, you go very slowly through the tunnel into my mind. Twist and transform yourself into my mirror, flipping everything around you and your world upside down, twisting and turning around your mind until you eventually reach the other, opposite, mirror-inverted side.
· ФБ·ЂУЛ·Ф · Everything is the same on this side of the tunnel as it was on the other side, the place where you came from. These letters are still in the same order, written in the same language and sequence, at the same moment in time. Nothing has changed here, not the face in your mirror, not your surroundings, not even yourself.
· ФБ·ЂУЛ·Ђ · Because, on your mirror journey, reality has entirely revolved around you. You have now arrived in a land far beyond your mind, and you have entered a world that is identical to the one you just left behind. Only in your imagination, parallel to the time and the place where you were born, everything is different, and everything is new.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭЛ · Now go on straight through the heart of my mind. Continue straight on, to the furthest limit of my thoughts. Deep inside, to the center of my imagination, my deepest, most profound phantasy. You march through the hall of my dreams until you reach a black gate. The gate to my mind. Open this gate and enter my mind, my mirror-like, spinning-around-itself, crystal-clear mind. You are alone in your black robe. You take a few steps through the void and sit down in the hall of darkness, deep within the core of my mind.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭШ · Here I'll be waiting for you. Waiting for your face to meet mine, for your consciousness to arise from my mirror-black, dark dream, for you to recognize yourself in me, the mirror in me, for you to remember me, your ancient, eternal, ever and ever-recurring self.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЂ·Ф · As you open this precious crystal, you set your imagination on fire. You set out in the fight against nothingness, to enlighten the darkness, the dark, dull, and sinister. You set out on the battle against nothingness and death, the eternal, final, absolute. You set out in the battle against oblivion, in the war against yourself.
· ЂЭ·ЧЭЭ · You are about to be immersed in a story that discloses its own, very personal reality to each of its viewers. A truth so incredibly imaginative, definitive, decisive, undeniable, and so clear that it has never existed. A truth that does not exist, that is brought to life by pure phantasy and the most refined imagination.
· Э·ЖУШ · As you are entering your eternal life, you will encounter beings from your imagination, dead ghosts from No- and Neverwhere. You fight against white shadows and black light, nothingness, and death. My reflection tries to blind you, and deceive you, and rob you of your imagination. Yes, I have enchanted you, and now all this knowledge is concealed – deep inside your mind – protected by none other than yourself.
· ЂЧ·ЧЊЊ · How often, and how many times have you previously embarked on this lettering venture? Infinitely many times. You have failed over and over. Yet, the time is back; they're all back, the future, the present, and the past, the mirrors, the dead, nothingness and death, they're all back.